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my nam is kattie :)
how are you?

hey kess.

-smiles shyly-

-hesitates, before stepping closer to you-

-lowers my shirt sleeves, covering the scars-
S-sorry.

-blushes, suddenly looking back down-

-watches you, nibbling on my lip-

-follows you slowly, looking down at my feet-

-looks up, blushing a deeper red-
I..I get nervous..

-blushes, looking down at my feet-

-nods, nibbling on my taco, shyly-

eating some food..you?

-brings my knees to my chest-

-shrugs, sighing-

He didn't want me anymore, I suppose.

-sighs, shaking my head-
I guess in some way it is my fault.

-starts coughing, then bites my lip-
A long time ago, my Dad left me and my mum, not just left, she was away, and I was only 12. We were home together, watching some TV, then he said he had to go to the store. I nodded, thinking he'd come back...he never did. He lied to me, and just left. I was home alone, afraid of everything. After a week my mum came home, asking where my father was. I didn't know what I was supposed to say..but I had to tell her, so I did. She started bawling her eyes out, asking me what she did wrong. I told her nothing, that it wasn't either of us who made him leave.

She didn't believe me. About a month or two after my father's leaving, she started drinking, and all her anger was taken out on ME. A poor innocent little boy. She told me that it was my fault he left. And that I deserved to be murdered.

-wipes my eyes from the tears-

When I turned 13, I started cutting myself, it relieved me, the pain would go away for a while, and when it came back, I'd cut again. I tried killing myself 3 times, trying to give my Mum what she wanted. But I couldn't. I was to afraid.

-looks down, sighing shakily-
My mum still does it, today. She still blames me.

There's a reason behind why I don't talk, though.
-sighs softly-

-looks down at my fingers, shrugging-

The reason why I don't tell them, though, is because I'm afraid.