Not many people talk to me.
I am anti-social.
I am quiet where ever I go. I wear a hoodie and hide myself in certain places.
I don't have a choice to do anything I want, whereas many people do. I get bossed around by them. I wish I could do what I want, when I want. But that only happens in dreams or books.
My life feels like a story. It doesn't seem real, but it is real. It feels real. I know it is real.
I get abused by my family. I can feel the pain of getting hit by several items or whipped hard with belts, or leashes.
I can feel my blood boiling and dripping out of several parts of my skin.
I can feel my tears coming out of my eyes and dripping down my cheeks, or towards the floor.
This may seem like a horrible nightmare, but it is all true.
I have told the police what happened, but they think i'm lying, or asking for some attention even though i'm not, because I am not like that at all.
I am scared.
No one believes me. No one wants to.
No one will help a nobody quiet girl like me.
I have no one to help me. I am alone.
I am Violet and this is the story of my life that I live through every day. This is not everything. There is more.
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Starkness
Romance17 year old Violet get's abused by her own family. No one believes her, when she told the cops. Her step-mother and her step-sister are the abusers. Her real parents aren't alive to help her. She has no one. No one to help him. New bad boy in town. ...
