Ava's eyes flickered open and in the weak light coming through a crack in the curtains she could see her violent father curled up in a disgusting bed. Silently, so as not to wake him, she climbed to her feet and tiptoed out of the room, avoiding the squeaky keyboards.
When outside the room she leant against the wall and inspected herself in a cracked, dust covered mirror.
Her brown hair was stained with blood, which covered the side of her face in a sticky mess. Her blue t-shirt had red stains too and she felt a sharp pain in her rib cage when she moved. The side she'd slept on was filthy from the carpet and she picked out a cockroach from her hair. Her bare feet were encrusted in a weird mix between blood and grime, and she curled them up into a tight ball.
Please turn to one of the Chapters titled '3'
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Make Your Story
RandomSo this is one of those stories where you pick something at the end of each chapter and it says 'go to chapter #' and then it makes a story and everyone gets different stories. Okay. Bye. ((Does contain scenes of violence)) ((Dedicated to @Its-onl...
