It started in year 6, yes... I was an innocent 11 year old. I never really understood my feelings. My parents abuse taught me to repress and suffer. My mental health started to decline when I got together with my boyfriend at the time , Daniel. He was so kind to me in the beginning, but he had always been manipulative. All the guilt tripping, but that was only the start.
After around two months of our relationship, things started to turn violent and aggressive. We'd be on and off so many times, he'd always break up with me for the silliest of reasons , like having fun with my friends. He'd always suspect I was cheating on him with the guy i was sat with.
He would hit me. Push me on the ground, cut my fingers, twist my arm etc... No one noticed. No one cared.
I finally stuck up for myself after almost a year of this. I finally got away, or I thought. As soon as I got home, a group chat was made, called "go to hell *my name* ". I was confused. There were many photos of him with a knife to his throat, with half my class blaming me. He was going to kill himself. Because I broke up with him.
No one but my friends Ciarra and Julia talked to me. Ciarra talked to me about it, she's always been the wise one.
It has been one month after all this started, i was still getting messages like "i can be better" and "what did i do wrong". I snapped. I couldn't take it anymore. I told him i was a lesbian, then attempted to hang myself. He was the reason my life is a mess
This is only the beginning of my story. - Radio
Stealing Beauty By Gia Diamond