Hi I'm Crystal and I'm 17 years old. I have recently moved to London with my best friend Amy. Since I'm not an adult yet I couldn't leave by myself. Why did I want to escape Houston, Texas you might ask? Well, here it goes.
So, when I was eleven my mother died from cancer and my big brother, Ryan and I took it pretty hard. Dad was doing alright for a while, but then he got real bad. Dad started cursing at Ryan and hitting me when we didn't do things right. When I was twelve I started cutting. That's a pretty young age to even think about self-harm. No one knew, but after a month Ryan noticed. He told Dad for some reason and Dad beat me hard that night. The next day I almost hung myself, but Ryan got me through it. Then in seventh grade I met Amy. We became best friends right away even though she was in eighth grade. You would think I would still be in high school, but I dropped out. Only had one year left, what was the point. Ryan still lives in Texas, but I think he moved to Austin. I can't be sure though. As soon as he knew I was safe he fled and left Dad. I guess that's the best though.
Well, that's me. A girl who was once suicidal, but got trough it and it now a happy girl. I'm lucky I have my brother and Amy. Without them I would be with Mom. I miss her so much.