• I'm only 16, evryday I fight for my life in bmy home. I'm not loved by my mother, my father won't stand up for me anymore, and my 19 year old brother is a druggy who takes his anger out on me. A few years ago, it was my freshman year of highschool I attempted to ended it all by cutting my wrists, as you can tell I failed. The knife would not cutt threw my skin. Few months later I attempted again, this time by over doseing on pain pills that a had sitting in my room, as i put the pills in my hand my bedroom door opened, my friend saved my life that day she took the pills from me. She never told a sole I thank her for that. After that I just gave up I figured I was ment to stay in this hell hole I call home. I ended up takin up cutting to help take the pain away, up untill this summer no one knew about it. I trusted this guy with my life I loved him with all my heart I thought he was the one,I lost it to him a week later when I was in the hospital he left me, few weeks later found out i was going to be a teen mother. I could not tell my family, they would kill me and im not joking. I was so stressed out I told myself I wont tell the father only the friends I can trust. My best friend found a great guy for me never told him I was going to be a mother only that I was still in recovory from my surgery, and was stuck in a wheel chair for a few months and still wanted to be with me. When I was about 1 month on mamorial day I got to see him, I had really fallin for him and when he finally found out he was not made only acted like it was his own baby. 2 months later still have not told my family i was having a baby, I had a misscariage. I didn't know what to do so I called the father he did not beleive me when i wsaid the baby died so he yelled at me saying " Take your fat butt and kill that mistake, don'y want it messin up my football chances!" It killed me that he said that to me and called me a retared for giving up my life for the baby. Its 3 months later still not havin a good life but still with the guy who wanted me to keep the baby cuz he wanted it to be his. I gave up cutting for this guy. I still cry my eyes out because of my life,hopeing and praying I make it to 18 so I can move out and be with him. My life thanks to him has gotten better he can tell when I want to cry or when im not okay and knows when I lie about being okay.

    In the end I'm still the girl fighting for her life.