×× third person ××
A small girl sits huddled in the dark, bruises covering her back. Her sobs sound loudly through her far from empty home, but nobody seems to care.
Her sobs subsiding, she crawls over to the corner of her small bedroom, if you can call it that. She pulls her purse off of the chair at her desk. With shaking hands, and bloodshot eyes, she pulls a razor blade out of her handbag.
Sitting back against the wall, done crying, she drags the razor across her wrist. Once for her family. Once because they hate her. Once for the people at school. And several simply because she's Alexx.
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The Ghost of Alexx Marie
Novela JuvenilSometimes, life gives you chances. And you need to wait on them, see what can happen. Just because life hands you a knife, doesn't mean you're destined to die. -Alexx Marie ×× POSSIBLE TRIGGER WARNING ××
