Annabelle's P.O.V.
I woke up screaming from another nightmare, the one where my dad help me down and cut my wrists with a razor then shot himself with a gun. The only thing bad with this is that is easn't exactly a nightmare... it was a memory. my mom died giving birth to me so my dad needed to take his anger out at me, by abuse, and eventually suicide. I sat up in a cold sweat, i put my hands up behind my back to prop myself up so my back wouldn't touch the scratchy material of the sheets in the orphanige i am living in. I looked at the giant clock that was ticking away, 5:00 am. No use in going back to sleep now, i have to get up in an hour anyway. Oh sorry! I forgot to introduce myself! I'm Annabelle! I'd rather not go into last names right now. But anywho, I stood up and reatched for the suitcase under my bed, I put it on my bed to pull out my nice dress, we were told yesterday that some people were coming to the orphanage to look at some kids to adopt, the least i could do was look nice, I went to the bathroom to take a shower and change. I stripped off my swear covered cloths and stepped into the hot water. It relaxed my sore muscles and calmed my nerves down. I finished showering and dried off with my towel. I put my dress on and put my hair into a high pony tail. When i finished i layed back down on my bed, i was trying not to fall asleep but i ended up drifting.... off...
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Hey guys! Sorry it's so bad right now! my writing gets better after the story starts mor, so give it a chance! this was a short one, the next chappie will have 1D and everything will hit off :) i love hearing from you guys so you know, comment! vote! fan! :)
~Cress
