THIS BOOK NEEDS TO BE EDITED !
Living in a hell hole with her abusive foster parents and older brother is all she knows. Magnolia Cambell's body is covered in scars of her past and her present, as she tries to fight her way through life. She thinks...
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I wake up by the sound of my alarm buzzing and as soon as I make a simple movement, such as lift my arm up to turn the alarm off, pain shoots through my entire body like a wild fire.
A yelp escapes my lips and I lay back down on the hard mattress to take some deep breaths. I have to stop myself from letting the tears fall when I finally have the courage to stand up. My legs are painfully sore and they are uncontrollably shaking as I take some hesitant steps towards my bathroom.
Once I get there, I turn the switch on, which lights the bathroom and look at my horrid reflexion in the mirror. My face is pale compared to the big purple bruises that is already forming around my neck and my arms. They are the same shape as his hands that straggled me a couple of hours earlier. My empty eyes stare at the broken girl who's reflexion is in the dirty mirror.
This isn't me. I hear myself think.
It's not the same cheerful girl who lived to love a few years ago. Time changed this little girl.
I slowly start to strip out of my clothes and get in the shower to get rid of this dirty and disgusted feeling that I have in the pit of my stomach. I let the cold water run down my naked body as I try to relax my sore muscles, but the freezing shower doesn't help in any way. It only makes the shaking of my members worse. Sadly I don't have the right to use warm or even lukewarm water to shower, I am not worthy enough for it apparently.
The images of the night, before flash through my eyes, and I feel like I might throw up, thinking of his dirty hands on me over and over again.
After turning the cold stream off, I get out of the shower and start to get ready to go to work in the local coffee shop, even that is the last thing I want to do.
I wear a turtle, long sleeved black shirt to cover up my bruises, even though I know it will be way too hot, but at least no one will notice. I almost end up on the floor two times, because of how weak my legs are and to be honest, I would be shocked if I don't pass out in the middle of the coffee shop, while I serve a cup of coffee today. But I don't have a choice, I need to work today.
As I quietly make my way down the stairs, I stop a few times to catch my breath and at the same time I look out for any sounds that would tell me that someone is already awake, even though I'm pretty sure everyone is still sleeping. But lucky me, I make my way out of the house safely and as soon as I close the door behind me I let out a heavy sight of relief. At least I won't get another layer of beating for the next few hours.
Work is painful today, I don't deny it. Emma my colleague, probably saw me in pain, but I think she decided to leave it, probably too afraid to bother me. She is too sweet, she noticed my bruises multiple times and tried to talk to me about it, but I denied it each and every time. I couldn't possibly let her know what is going on at home...
So I kept a fake ass smile on my face even though, under this surface I am crumbling into a thousand pieces.
I hold on to my sliver necklace when I feel like I was going to faint and weirdly it helped. I don't even know how I got this necklace. It must have been my parents who gave it to me at my birth, before they died in the car crash and since then it never left my side, always hanging around my neck.
