How much shit can a person go through before they're truly dead on the inside?"
Life is a challenging journey. It can be even more difficult when three girls find out that they possess extraordinary powers. One would assume that their abilities woul...
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||Walking through the portal||
Once walking through the portal, I notice my room is a mess and not its normal hurricane type of mess, it looks like someone had been through all my things. My breathing hitches at the thought of my aunt finding my drugs and alcohol.
"Ashley." I hear my aunt's normal inexpressive voice say. I look over to see her leaning against my door frame, a bag of white powder in her hand. I swallow thickly, mentally preparing myself to die a slow painful death.
"Hi, Aunt Rose... What do you have there?" I question, biting my lower lip nervously. She stands up straight walking towards me.
"Oh you know, drugs." She states while dropping the bag on my desk.
"D-drugs." I stutter, again swallowing thickly, nodding at the word. Trying to act as innocent as possible.
"Yup, I found them in your room... Along with some alcohol you've stolen from me. God, I thought my sister raised you better." My aunt says through gritted teeth. I clench my jaw, trying to maintain my composure.
"My parents died when I was four." I say in a low voice, looking at the bag of drugs.
"Hmm.. Yea that's right, you were dumped on me, I had to stop all of my fun to raise a bitch like you." My aunt pauses, taking the drugs off my desk, I clench my jaw even harder, closing my eyes tightly. "Now here you stand, my sister's child and you don't even care about how this makes me feel? Because it's all about you!" She says while grabbing my chin roughly, making me look at her, I close my eyes even tighter, not wanting to look at the hatred in her eyes.
"Open your goddamn eyes." She says, her grip on my chin tightening, her fake nails piercing into my skin. With a heavy sigh, I peel my eyes open, looking into her ocean blue eyes. All I can see is hatred, not even an ounce of love.
"This is the way you raised me! You were always doing drugs or drinking or fucking a different guy every night! I was four! I was raised to be who I am and you can not blame my parents for this, you did this!" I say while pulling out of her grip, tears threatening to form but I swallow down the feelings, the pain in the back of my throat growing as I tell myself not to cry. I'm no pussy, only pussies cry. I snap at myself mentally.
"You little bitch." My aunt says. "Keep the damn drugs, just leave me alone." I say, while clenching my jaw, wanting so badly to punch her or just leave.
"This." My aunt pauses, pointing at me and then at the drugs. "Isn't over." She says before walking out of the room, leaving the door open. I ball my hands into fists, needing to punch something, to feel something other than just the pain in my chest. After closing my door I make my way over towards my bed, hesitantly I lift up the mattress and grab my pocket knife. I'm surprised she didn't find this.
