Hazel was only a young girl when her parents along with her little brother was killed in a house fire, and ever since then she's been having this feeling that someone is watching her.
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*Mature content*
*Abuse*
TW: This chapter contains domestic violence and talk about suicide.
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I can feel..his presence.
I've been feeling his presence ever since I was a child. He or she I don't entirely know but I kinda get this vibe that it's a male.
My parents died along with my little brother when I was 15 years old in a house fire. You could say im lucky but it's all my fault. I blame myself for their deaths, I could only do that. I'm guilty.
I used to live in North Carolina but because my parents are dead I had no one to take care of me and I still don't. I live in The shitty parts of New York with my foster parents who don't give a shit about me. I'm beaten almost everyday I'm basically a servant if you will but then again I deserve ever little bad thing that happens to me. Because of me My mom will never be able to start her salon she's always dreamt of as a child, I'll never have the experience of my father walking me down on my wedding day, and my little brother will never be able to become the firefighter he wanted to be.
Your probably wondering why I haven't offed myself but it's not like I haven't tried, oh I've tried many times. Once, I swallowed a half bottle of pills before I went to bed expecting never to wake up again but the next morning I woke up in severe pain able to go on with my day like I didn't just try to kill myself last night. It was him who saved me.
Like I've said he's been watching me for a very long time. It's like he's my stalker... or maybe an angel I don't know. Sometimes at night in my dark room I would see a tall figure. I don't find it creepy as I once did, you may call me crazy but I kinda find it comforting to know that someone's watching over me.
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"U-Uncle, I'm gonna be late" uncle is what I call my foster dad. He sits on a singular comforter in-front of the tv with a a bowl on his stomach and trash on the side of him. He looks up at me, his eyes stops at my legs and he licks his lips. I feel dirty, I want those eyes off of me, I want to burn.
"Pick it up" he threw all of his trash on the ground inches away from where I am standing. I bend down to pick it up but as soon as I reached for it my hair was being grabbed. I look up to see my aunt (foster mom) above me. I groan at the pain trying to get her to let loose but she refuses.
"Come on bitch, I'm taking you to school today" she pulls me up with her hands still gripping my hair and I'm stumbling on everything that's laying on the floor, mostly junk. This place is filthy.
On our way to the car she pushes me to the ground and I scrape my knee, blood starts to leak. Blood. ________________________
"Look at her she's so disgusting" one of the Emily girls say behind me. I ignore, I try to avoid problems at school. It's like everyone in the world hates me, it's like they know what I've done.
*Bell rings*
I clear my throat, pack my things and headed to lunch. I mean everyone doesn't hate me, I have a best-friend that's been with me since I've came out here. Her name is Glenn and she's a badass she doesn't care what anyone thinks of her because she knows that she's the shit. So basically her ego is on top of the roof.
"Zel! Over here~!!" She waves at me and I walk over stiffly holding my books in my hands and my hair practically hovering over my face. I smile talking my seat and putting my stuff down.
"Your so loud, I thought my eardrums were about to blow" she laughs and I chuckle.
"Like I give a shit. Anyways, hows your day going so far." She asks.
"Not the best, can we change the subject." I reply.
"Oh okay, I made some cake for you last night....
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Thanks to Glenn my day was going much better. I blocked the whispers while walking in the halls or in class with music. Music makes me happy, it takes me to a far away place that I call Dreamland. I love band music, indie music. And music in all types of languages. I love music.
I get a ride to school and I walk back home. The walk isn't far maybe 8 minutes or so, it's a peaceful walk.
The apartment buildings comes to view and I notice aunties car is still parked, she usually drops me off then goes to work but I guess she has the day off today. This is gonna be hell.
I unlock the door "I'm home!" I slightly yell. No reply , i walk further in but I see no one. The sound of the tv playing but no one is sitting in front of it. It's quiet. Too quiet and that is uncommon in this household.
I knock on my foster parents room door. No answer. So I twist the door nob peeking through. *gasp*
WHAT DO I DO! DO I CALL THE POLICE?!?! Should I? Should make a run for it I DONT KNOW!
my hands are shaking I open the door further. This Sight is horrifying..
They are both on the ground, those are stab wounds clearly and that's blood, a lot of blood.
I hear footsteps coming from their bathroom I walk over there only to see a clean man rinsing a bloody knife in the sink. He then looks at me. Our eyes connect.
"Hi there."
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A/N: What do y'all think, good?
I know I didn't mention Glenn in the Character info but if y'all do want some info on her let me know.
I should give my reader a nickname🤔
_______________ Question of the day: What's y'all favorite music genre?
