well, there's loads of stuff really.
About six years ago, my mum left my sister's dad, and we all moved from brimingham to west yorkshire. A year later, she had met this man and began to have a relationship with him. They got married, and so he moved in. He began to manipulate my mum, and she had to work long hours, because he convinced her that he didn't earn alot of money, and because my mum has four kids, she has alot to provide for. And while she was at work, he started being really horrible to me and my siblings. He would pick on us, and he used to pick on my brother really bad. My brother didn't take it too well, and we tried to tell my mum, but our stepdad always made her choose him over us, and she didn't realise what was happening. It got so bad, that my mum had to send my brother down to birmingham to live with my nan, because he couldn't cope with it. And I felt really bad, because I'm the eldest, and I'm supposed to protect my brother and sisters.
Anyway, my mums husband played alot of mind games with my mum, and used to be really horrible to us, especially if we didn't call him dad!!
Then, last year, it all got worse.
We were supposed to be going to ibiza with my grandparents, and we were supposed to travel down to brimginham to stay with my nan for a few days before we went. It was on friday 23rd of august, and just a few hours before we got on the coach, we found out that there had been a fire in my aunt's flat, and that she and her two children were in hospital. We got down to birmingham, and my two cousins were in the children's hospital, and they were on life support machines. All my family were there. And it was so heartbreaking, because they were laid on the beds with all these tubes coming out and the machine was pumping air into the lungs. Everybody was crying and really upset. My aunt was in another hospital. The next morning, we went back to the hospital ready to sit with my cousins. We got there, and we were told that the doctors were going to switch the machines off.
My aunt was brought from her hospital to the childrens hospital, and she got to hold them while the machines were turned off. They died within an hour of each other. We were all in the same room together when they passed. They were only 3 and 5 years old.
Nobody in our family has died before, and we're quite small but close. And the day the machines were switched off was the worst day I have ever lived through.
I think that's the main cause of my depression. And everything has gone down hill since then.
My aunt and brother have since tried to commit suicide. My brother was then put in a medical centre and is currently on anti-depressants (and he's only 16).
My 11 and 14 year old sister are in counselling. They have really bad nightmares. Im ok, I think. But sometimes I feel I wouldn't cope if I didn't have my friends to cheer me up. After the funeral we moved back down to birmingham, my mum's getting a divorce, so I'm starting life all over again.
And I got really bad A-level results, when I'm able to get better ones.