I was 9 yrs old. I was playing soccer in the backyard. I kick the ball too high and I run after it. I fall over one of my toys and I scrape my knee. As I see the blood I scream for my dad and mom. They both come running to me. My dad picks my crying figure up and takes me to my room. My mom grabs a band aid. My dad cleans it and my mom patches it up. They hug me and tell me everything's going to be all right. Little did I know it would all change...
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Abused, Raped, & Beaten: a cutters story
AzioneNo, please no! leave me alone I yelled at the figure approaching. It was no use. it got closer and closer.... BOOK 1 OF THE SERIES OF WHY ME? hey everyone Thanks for reading. Please comment, follow me, and vote. I know this is a real story but... I...
