Well first things first.
Background info:
My real name is Ashley.
I'm 14 years old. Bday is dec 1st.
I move back and forth between ohio and michigan every few years.
History: Well i'm just going to say now if you read this i'm not mental. I won't take any s**t from people about my history. Well I used to be a nice happy naive girl. Or as naive as you can be for a 12 year old. I had a lot of friends. I was really hyper all the time. 13th birthday everythings going great. I'm still some naive hyper kid with a ton of friends. A few months after I turned 13 I was waiting for my sister to get home from cedar point. Her 3friends were going to drop her off at our house. She was sitting in the passenger seat. I was waiting outside on the porch because about 5minutes earlier she told me she was almost home. We weren't the closest siblings but I wanted to tell her something. I watched the road and saw they were coming down the road that connects to my street. That was when I noticed the man that was speeding past my house. Well my sister and her friends didn't notice him. Right when they turned the corner he ran into the passenger side. I didn't know what seat she was in and instead of calling 911 like I should have I ran to the wreck. I opened the back door on the opposite side of the crash and her two friends crawled out. I opened the drivers door and the driver was unconcious. I looked over her at the passenger side. There was a lot of blood. Way to much blood. The metal was pretty much through her entire body. Her head, stomach, legs, chest. She was dead on impact. The guy that did it I saw at her roadside memorial that we put there. He put a boquet of flowers down next to a bunch of teddybears and other flowers. Seeing that may have been the hardest part of it all. He just hadn't been paying attention. He wasn't using his phone, or anything else. I was traumatized for weeks. I started two really bad habits. I was only 13 but I was drinking and cutting. My parents got me counciler after counciler and nothing helped. I was an addict. That was when the next event happend. My parents were great people. My dad worked for the animal cops in flint/detroit and he saved a ton of animals. My mom owned a veterinary hospital that saved countless numbers of abused animals rescued by the animal cops and local pet owners wounded pets. They would always ride home together. One night on there way home they were going down one of the more dangerous streets in flint/detroit. They got shot. There were two gangs having a fight and they thought they could be reinforcements for the other gang. So I attended the 2nd funeral in 1year. Now my whole family is dead. Then a month after that I was walking with my older friend. She was holding my dogs leash. That was when two men jumped us and she got away because my dog bit the one but I was trapped. They raped me and got away. I got pregnant. I got an abortion and that was probably the worst choice I ever made. I think it was worse then cutting and drinking even though the cutting landed me in the hospital about 6times. Now I live with my wonderful cousin and my dog snowflake. I went to a teens rehab place and now I have not cut or drank in a while and I don't plan to ever again.
Alright yell if you must. I just needed to get that off my chest. I know cutting is stupid but it doesn't make me mental. I can't even think of the abortion without crying so don't even tell me it was bad or horrible. Well that's it for first scrapbook entry. Sorry it was so depressing future subjects will be a little more pleasant.