Prologue

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A/N- I'm writing this on my tablet without a keyboard so I'm sorry if I have a bunch of typos

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I sit on the cold, hard ground.

trying

so hard

 to just forget these last couple days

why?, I think to myself why does it have to be me?

I look at my wrists, all cut up, with some cuts still bleeding. But these cuts weren't made by me. I have been abused for YEARS now. you see, first my dad dies after a drunk driver hit him straight- on, then my mom marries my no-good stepfather, Andrew. Then mom died, she had skin cancer that was so bad I lost her within about a month. Now look where I am, trying so hard to move away from the "torture room" as I call it, but every little muscle in my body aches. I need to move farther, I need to get out of here. I think about running to Josh's house, he always knew how to help me in these situations. It's really to bad I cant move an inch without screaming in pain. Thank god Andrew is away, even if he is most likely just out to get more tourture devices. I decide that right here and now, this has to end.

"LILLIAN!"

crap. he's back


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