Prologue
Sweating and scared, I woke up to the slamming sound of our front door. I closed my eyes again, trying to calm my breathing. I knew I'd be dead, once he found out, I'm still awake.
I slowly turned around. I winced at the pain on my left arm. I snuck a peek at my wound. Reddish and swollen, I felt my eyes tearing up.
I heard the slow creaking sound of my door causing my chest to tightened in a familiar way. Slow footsteps and fast breathing. A voice full of venom began whispering.
"I know you're awake, sweetheart. What did I tell you about staying up all night?" I winced at the tone of his voice.
He yanked me out of the bed and began slapping and hitting me. He kicked me at my ribs and pounded my face with his fists. I screamed and shouted for help. .
For mercy. But what's the use? This man was born from hell.
Imprisoned in this chaos. For years, I've been pleading for rescue. But no one heard me.
Gasping for air, I let the darkness consume me
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Imprisoned (currently under revision)
Dla nastolatków"What is it like?" He whispered and I gave him a questioning look, "Depression." He continued. I became silent for a few minutes before I finally answered, "It's like drowning, except you can see everyone around you breathing." ---- Taylor...
