saving her
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Sam's p.o.v age 17
I let it happen again. Why do I keep letting guys use me? That’s all I am to them, a toy. Something they can play with and throw away after 10 minutes. But this time was different I let him go all the way. I thought he loved me, but then again every guy makes me think that. They treat me so well and make me feel special, until they get what they want then they leave.
I used to have a good life. I had lots of friends. I had a best friend, her name was perrie, we were such good friends we got matching tattoos. But all of that changed when I moved to London in tenth grade. My parents had died in a car crash when I was 16. So I moved in with my aunt. I hardly ever talked to anyone there until the players started to talk to me. They used me and left.
I wasn’t actually loved. I never saw my aunt she was always on business trips. I had no friends. I didn’t have any loving parents. I had no one who genuinely cared fro me. I was unloved. The people in my grade would always whisper as I walked by them in the halls.
“Slut” “bitch” “do you have any friends?” “Why are you still here?” “Just kill yourself. No one likes you anyways”
Hearing them say those words hurt, and at first I tried not to let it get to me. But I couldn’t handle it anymore. I only started cutting myself at the start of senior year. Their words hurt that was my way to deal with it. I tried to do anything else to prevent it, I really tried. But nothing worked. I started with my wrists and moved up to my forearms and then my thighs. Everyone’s words echoed in my mind. I could only let them out by cutting. No one cared about me it didn’t matter if I stayed. The only reason I didn’t finish my life was because my aunt promised I could move in with perrie. I only had to suffer a little while longer, I was almost through all of the pain in my life.
I let it happen again. Why do I keep letting guys use me? That’s all I am to them, a toy. Something they can play with and throw away after 10 minutes. But this time was different I let him go all the way. I thought he loved me, but then again every guy makes me think that. They treat me so well and make me feel special, until they get what they want then they leave.
I used to have a good life. I had lots of friends. I had a best friend, her name was perrie, we were such good friends we got matching tattoos. But all of that changed when I moved to London in tenth grade. My parents had died in a car crash when I was 16. So I moved in with my aunt. I hardly ever talked to anyone there until the players started to talk to me. They used me and left.
I wasn’t actually loved. I never saw my aunt she was always on business trips. I had no friends. I didn’t have any loving parents. I had no one who genuinely cared fro me. I was unloved. The people in my grade would always whisper as I walked by them in the halls.
“Slut” “bitch” “do you have any friends?” “Why are you still here?” “Just kill yourself. No one likes you anyways”
Hearing them say those words hurt, and at first I tried not to let it get to me. But I couldn’t handle it anymore. I only started cutting myself at the start of senior year. Their words hurt that was my way to deal with it. I tried to do anything else to prevent it, I really tried. But nothing worked. I started with my wrists and moved up to my forearms and then my thighs. Everyone’s words echoed in my mind. I could only let them out by cutting. No one cared about me it didn’t matter if I stayed. The only reason I didn’t finish my life was because my aunt promised I could move in with perrie. I only had to suffer a little while longer, I was almost through all of the pain in my life.
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12/16/13