Ashling’s Story–






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15th June, 2012–

Dear Diary,

I’m sure wewe know that my life is practically hanging on the end of the thread. What I mean kwa that, is that my soul is just one black hollow of pain. I wasn’t asked to be born into this world where people like my family start to take no notice of me. Even when I stand right in front of them, they just look...

Death

That's the word that scaries her the most
Whenever she hears it, her purple eyes go wide with fear that could freeze your Bones to stone

She has never told a lie
Because she's afraid that she might just die
Bruises and cuts scar on her face, arms and ankles as she gazes up at the wide, crystal blue sky that stretches hugely around the world

She's always bullied at school and she never gets to say, "I'm sorry", when she makes mistakes
Or when she's at home, she's never treated like the other girls in her school except treated like a slave for her parents' sake

She feels lonely when she's alone...