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Katelyn Celestè is a 16 years old girl living with her abusive adoptive father and brother, who apparently work for the American mafia. She's experienced more pain than anyone in her 16 years of life but yet she somehow manages to plant a sm...
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I groan. A faint beeping going off and on in the background. I open my eyes, tiredly. Everything- blurry. I see a hospital ceiling appear in front of me.
No no NO
How am I here? For fuck sake. They can't see me like this. I can't answer the questions. All the bruises. They're gonna get suspicious- and give my house a visit and probably gonna find out how my family's like and I'm gonna get put in the system.
Thatsstupi-
Sudden realization hits me like a brick.
FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!
My lips quiver. I didn't do what I think I did right? They're all a dream, of fucking course it has to be.
I look around and try to get up but I let out a loud squeak when I feel an excruciating pain in my right stomach. I clutch it hard- and then I feel- stitches?
I then find different tubes going in and out of my body and my vibrant blonde hair- looking closest to the shade of the color white- and dead.
I killed my only family and I got seriously injured aswell?
Is this some kinda fuckin joke cause I guess the fuck not.
I close my eyes and groan loudly, a numbness still present in my now- frail body. I hear the the door open but I still keep my eyes shut- tightly.
Leave me the fuck alone.
Instead of getting attacked with a hound of unanswerable questions- I'm met with pin drop silence. Huh? I open my eyes and I'm suddenly met with a pair of light brown eyes- looking back at me intently.
It's a middle aged woman- looking somewhat recognizable. But I sure as hell haven't met her before. She keeps looking back at me with an intense gaze.
I furrow my eyebrows together and raise one with a questioning look.
I snap fingers infront of her face and ask, a bit harshly, "What the fuck are you looking at?"
She snaps out of her daydreaming looking kind of shocked.
Yeah bitch I'm not sorry.
But she quickly puts on a neutral face and gives me a wide fake smile.
"Hi darling-"
"It's Kate." I cut her off.
"Oh, hi Kate. I'm Stella- I'm assigned to take care of you and make sure you're doing okay. You've been asleep for um like more than a day. It's a good thing that you've woken up. So, how are you feeling now?"
A day? You've got to be kidding me.
"Fucking great. How do you think I am doing?" I huff, very loudly. At this point I don't even care if I'm sounding like a mean brat but I can't fucking deal with anything else at the moment. They clearly don't fucking know that I murdered my own abusive psycho family with my own bloody hands. I'm fucking impatient right now.
