K sat on their bed, they were crying. They hated the feeling of crying it made them feel weak, but like any normal human being crying is a natural thing. They were trying their hardest not to just give up on even trying to have a normal relationship with their family.

  Here's something I should mention. K has had a terrible life, so when they had finally thought that they could be closer to their family. They had been very mistaken, seeing as their entire family hates them and doesn't even care about them. (Well they act like they do) you would probably think that something must of happened to make their family hate them, and well yes you are very correct something did happen. They were born, I'm not saying that I have zero respect for them! I do! I really do! But that's all that happened. So K was trying not to move around seeing as their entire body hurt, but they also tried not to touch their bare skin. K had always hated people touching them without asking or consent, it made them feel like a, what's the word? Oh right! A Barbie Doll that everyone touches but doesn't even dare to buy. So whenever they get touched by accident it's fine it's all good. But when someone purposely touches them without asking...Well I just pray that won't happen.

  They had just finished cleaning their room and they were tired, annoyed, lonely, and afraid. K hated being alone as well. Being alone in a closed room when something could just jump out and stab you. Wasn't the best feeling to the eleven year old. Though they always asked to be killed they had never meant it. Well at least not yet. So when K's family didn't even try to keep K company. K just wanted her real friends no one else, knowing that K could tell them anything made K feel happy inside and loved. But with their family was another story, they couldn't tell them anything in fear of not being supported so whenever it's just K and their family. K mostly feels unloved and scared.

  K gets called not good enough on a daily basis so when someone calls them, 'Weak' 'Useless' and 'Not Good Enough' K feels nothing about it knowing that they call themselves that everyday doesn't make it feel special anymore. K had just been sitting their crying and singing. They had no music so it was weird to be singing without music. K had finally gotten up, only to sit back down and curl up into a ball wrapped in blankets. They wanted a hug, they wanted to be with people who cared. They wanted to be loved again. But as I've said K's family doesn't care about the youngest, the oldest is more special. K's family never says this out loud to their face but deep down K knew that their family could leave K stranded and wouldn't feel sorry about it. K just sat there wiping their tears and smiling as they grabbed one of the many stuffed animals they had and hugged it very tight.

(I hope you liked this angst story! I should get going! Bye now!)
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