throwing out the trash (Part 1)

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(y/n p.o.v)

my mom yells at me from down stairs "Y/N GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE" i sigh as i get out of my f/c bed,  i walk down stairs and i run my hands down the railing as i do it. i thought to myself " if she trys to kick me out the house-" my thoughts got cut off by my mom smacking me across my face, "PACK YOUR SHIT, YOU FUCKING DISGRACE" i tryed to smack her but only 11, i look her in the eyes and say "where the FUCK am I supposed to go??!! " I think it'll be better to go upstairs so I do, as i walk up I pick up my teddy, even though I'm 11 I still do childish actions, like sometimes I will run around and giggle. I'm  not Sure if it's from trama or something else.. I'm packing my bags- it's not like my mother gave me much to pack anyway.. Eventually I was out of the house (and glad to be) but the neighborhood I was liveing in had a lot of killings lately. I decided to go to the woods instead of staying where I was, as I wondered around as I held my teddy. I find a small cave, just big enough to fit me, my stuff, and some room left to sleep and do things in. As I look at the stars shimmer I can't help but think about how horrible my life is and how I hoped it would get better.






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I'm sorry it was short most of the chapters are probably going to be like this💀💀 but anyway I hope you enjoy!

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