Little Miss Suicide

Hi.
My name is Alex. I'm 17 years old, about to turn 18 in a week. I have dyed black hair that hangs down past my shoulders and used to be dirty blonde, I love dark clothing, and my favorite thing in the whole wide world is music. I love to sing. I've always wanted to be a singer, but my parents... well, they won't ever let me even hum. Why? They hate music. They also seem to hate me. They hate every little thing I do, everything I love, they always scream at me...
"Why can't you just be a good little girl!??!"
"Why don't you want to do something useful with your life, like become a doctor or lawyer!?!?"
"Why can't you just make friends, you antisocial little bitch!??!"
I hate them so much.

My life at school is pretty much a living hell. I'm constantly bullied, have no friends, and I'm beaten up pretty much daily. I've told plenty of adults, parents included. No one seems to give a shit. No one cares about me. It's why I started self-harming back in middle school. That granted me the nickname of "Little Miss Suicide," which I hate with a burning passion. It's like they don't think of me as a human being, just a toy to give a name.

The only good things in my life are my music and my best friend. I love the band Black Veil Brides and sing their songs while walking to school every day. My favorite song is Set The World on Fire, because it's what I want to do every single day of my life. They've pretty much kept me alive these last few years, and I hope they'll get me through this last year in hell.

About my best friend.... I know it sounds kinda sad, but I've never met him in real life. We met on some stupid video game I was playing, and then started chatting all the time. He introduced himself as Andy, kinda funny since that's the name of the singer of my favorite band. We both stopped playing that game but never stopped talking to eachother. He's helped through all of my heartache and knows everything about me. Well, almost everything. He doesn't know about my suicidal/self-harming side. He's told me how extremely he's against cutting, so I hid it from him as I didn't want to lose his friendship. It's strange though, we've known eachother nearly three years now and I've never heard his voice or seen his face. Whenever I ask about it he just laughs and makes up some excuse. I know those are possible signs of a stalker or creep or something, but he's all I have, so I won't argue against it.

Anyway now that you know about me, let's get into my story...

Notes

Tell me if you want me to continue! (I probably will either way though)