Alright. I think I’ve been in this fandom long enough as to where I can say this. I want you guys to know the real me. I’ll put this under a read more so you won’t have to read it unless you want to.
I used to live in a family of five. Me, my sister, my brother, mom, and dad. We were a happy family until around when I was six. My father changed. He was abusive, a bully, and always tried to bring my siblings down. They always called me “Daddy’s little angel”. Why? I wasn’t a subject to his abuse. I remember coming home from school one day to find my father and sister in a fight. It ended with him throwing her up against a wall. Yes, he was that violent. In 2008 I believe it was my sister and brother moved in with their dad. I then became his new target. Everyday we fought. Every single day. And at least once a week he would leave a mark on me. I remember the day my small group of friends noticed it. They would always ask what had happened at home. I usually responded with “You’ll know soon enough.” The only person I ever told about the abuse was my best friend, Macey. You all may know her as Wiggy. I told her absolutely everything. I needed some way to get it out. I didn’t want to tell anyone else for the fear of it getting around the school. I’ve always been one to hide what I was feeling, so the rest of my friends always saw me as a happy-go-lucky girl with a positive attitude. That’s what they know me as now. The only one who ever saw the real me was Macey. She knew everything. Then came the day when my mother and I moved out. I couldn’t see my friends everyday like I was used to. I was sad, lonely, and depressed. I’ve often had thoughts of suicide, yes. I could never bring myself to do it though. I’ve never been strong enough to harm myself. Then came the day I found Cry. He made me smile when no one else could. He made me laugh when I had been crying for hours on end. He brought back the real me. I remember watching my first stream. I laughed more than I had in the past few years. Through Cry I found this fandom, and in it multiple friends. I haven’t talked to my father in eight months. He still tries to contact me though. Calling my phone every once in a while and sending me emails. Do I respond? No. All I have to do is look at the scars he gave me and remember why we left him in the first place. I just want to say, thank you Cry. You tought me how to laugh again. How to smile. And thank you for introducing me to all of these wonderful people. Take it easy.