Laura Giovanna Scarlett Rossi/Black is a 17-year-old girl living a complicated life. Laura grew up being abused physically, mentally, and emotionally by her mother. This only got worse when her mother met Adam (stepfather).
Laura is not an innocent...
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It's now 3:00 pm on Saturday. Elijah and I finished our movie around the time I needed to take my dose of medicine.
I enjoyed spending time with him. He's quiet. Elijah didn't ask me many questions. I could tell he wanted to, but I appreciate him not doing so.
Ash and Jay went back to their house while I was up in my room. They told me they had a conversation with Alessandro and Salvatore. I didn't push it because I know whatever they talked about made them upset.
I can tell both of them have been crying. Holidays have always been hard for them. For us.
I've been thinking about asking Salvatore if my friends can join us on Thanksgiving Day. I'm pretty sure Noah is going to see his boyfriend for Thanksgiving. I don't want my boys to be alone.
Jay and Ash helped me shower. Well, they washed my hair in the sink of my bathroom and I finished off showering alone.
They helped me clean my stitches. I put more ointment and gauze over the healing wire imbedded in my upper left arm. My boys also helped wrap my ribs. I chose not to look at the bruising.
Too many bad memories. Even though I'm used to my body looking black and blue, if I allow myself to wallow in self pity I will never get out of it.
I can't let myself think like that. Not anymore.
I will, however, think of how grateful I am to have Jason and Ashton in my life. They will go before me, always.
I know they would disagree with that statement. But I'm stubborn.
After getting the dried blood and sweat off of my body, I changed into undergarments, black flared leggings, an oversized black hoodie, and long black socks.
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(A/N picture is from Pinterest)
My hair is still damp, parted down the middle. My star tattoo behind my right ear is covered with makeup. I have a few knifes strapped to my ankles, hidden by the width of the leggings.
