I looked at the blood dripping to the clear white surface of the kitchen counter, leaving a trail of blood down my arm. My eyes, which held no emotion traveled to the cut I had made a few minutes ago it was still bleeding so I calmly grabbed a long strip off tissue, wrapped it around the cut and pulled my black sleeves down to cover it. I had a lot more cuts but i am not very fond of people staring at them of asking questions. The reason I cut isn't because of attention its a thing I do to let out my feelings, which I keep bolted up.
I bet your thinking why I keep my feeling bolted up, right?
Lets just say that I didn't have a great past with loving, caring parents and a pink and purple princess room that is covered with fairies. I never had any of that.
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thx for reading everyone! this is just a prologue to see if anyone wanted me to continue so plz comment.
-Warewolf
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Once Betrayed Always Betrayed
RomanceA girl 14 years old named Alina (Al-ee-na) never had a past that most kids should have. With no caring, loving parents that were supposed to be there for her and she never had a pink and purple princess room with fairies. But, let me tell you a ver...
