Hey Guys. I changed this again. I didn't like the first one. :3
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Have you ever felt like you've got nothing to live for? No, not just for just a day or something like that, but you actually feel like that of every minute of everyday?
I do. All the time.
Well, not before. My life was perfect before.
I was the school's popular girl. Not being big headed, but I was. Long legs, Black shiny hair, blue eyes, captain of the volleyball team etc. Rich daddy. Rich mommy. Only child. Spoilt. Oh, my life was friking perfect. You know those perfect girls in the movie, Mean Girls. Yup, I was just like them. I loved my life. I used to look down on people who weren't like me. It made me feel superior. It made me feel happy.
Until my parents dissapeared. I was shattered.
I was fourteen. I was at home. I still remember the day. It was around dinner time. Expecting for my parents to come back home from their business trips. I was so happy. I cooked spahgetti bolognese and made garlic bread. I cleaned the house. I tidied everything. I did everything to just make my parents proud of me, but they never realised. I still remembered how they came in an--
My door slightly opening seemed to make me get out of my day dreams. I shivered. I closed my eyes shut, hoping it was just the wind. Until I heard it creak open. I started breathing in and out. Please, please. Let it not be Justi-
"Cressida." A masculine voice whispered. That was it until I burst into cries.
"Please. Not again." I sobbed.
"Cressida. Ssh. Baby. It won't hurt you this time." He purred to my ear, as he sat next to me and put his arms around me, trying to comfort me but only making me more uncomfortable. I closed my eyes shut again. I heard him smirk. "I knew you'd come around sometime." I whimpered. "Slut."
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Okay.. I know its short.. Soz. :L
