On my eighteenth birthday
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October 14, 2014
I died again yesterday. He hit me until I could barely breathe and left me again. I still don't know why he hates me. What did I do to receive this pain?
Foreword
My second banglo fic~
This does contain heavy themes of child abuse and suicide. If these trigger you, PLEASE don't read. If they don't, well I hope you enjoy. The first bit is in first person; just a warning since I know a lot of people dislike that. However it is because it's written as a journal entry/letter thingie. It changed later. Hope you enjoy this!! Thank you for reading!
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