I could hear it, the screams of a woman in pain, the horrid sound of flesh hitting flesh, the sounds of the furniture being knocked down in a futile attempt to escape. It was on repeat, playing over and over in my head, filling the peaceful night with dread.
It happened every night, every time I closed my eyes, I'd see it and hear it, even when it stopped, it went on in my head like a reminder of the dark days, the dark days that stays with you no matter how hard you try to erase them.
Thing is, I've stopped trying to erase them. Pain is my drug, and I'm totally addicted, not even rehab can save me now.
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My life
Teen FictionCaught between a dark past and a bleak future, Chloe struggles each day, searching for a reason to keep living until that day's event, an incident that rocked her world and set a new future in motion. She finds love in the most unlikely source, mak...
