I cried on the hospital bed as my child was taken away. My mom came in and started to pack my stuff.
She sighed when I didn't stop crying. "It's for the best Elizabeth. "
"I told you I wanted to keep her! I told you I changed my mind! So... So why would you. "
"Elizabeth, It's truly for your own good. "
15 years later
Violet
I watched as the kids emptied ny backpack down onto the mud making all my stuff wet and muddy.
"You turned out to be a fucking orphan yet you acted like you were so privileged. " one of the girls said as she walked closer to me.
Yesterday everyone found out about me living alone in a small house without parents or anything.
I don't know how they found out about me being an orphan but everyones been staring, talking and bullying me since yesterday because of this.
"Well I'm not surprised honestly, you are a loner aren't you. A ugly little loner. " she said as she hit my shoulder.
She gave me a sinister smile and came close to my face. "There is 8 billion people in this whole wide world. " she chuckled.
"Yet not a single one loves you. "
I sucked my lips in, in an attempt to stop my tears from falling. Then suddenly I felt my head being held and I was pushed down to the floor.
I let out a grunt and I turned my head causing me to scratch my face.
I saw my stuff being pushed away from the puddle then suddenly my head was being dragged to it.
They rubbed my face on it as I tried of push myself up with my arms.
But it was no use.
They left after giving me a good kick and I was left alone on the floor all dirty.
I lifted myself up so now I was sitting.
I reached into my pocket and took my phone out.
I looked at my muddy face and saw the red blood around my cheeks.
I let a sob escape causing tears to fall down my face.
I looked at my stuff and slowly started to try and clean them.
My books were ruined but the others not so much.
I put them in my bag ignoring all the dirty water and mud around them and stood up.
I wiped my face with the sleeve lf my hoodie so it wasn't as muddy but I felt the scratches sting as I did.
I left school from the back door and started to walk to the bus stop.
I pulled my hoodie up before sitting down and started to cry my eyes out.
I got on the bus when it arrived and fell to the floor the moment I entered my rugged apartment.
I looked up at the drawing I drew of ne and my mom.
I stood up and ripped it off the wall.
If it weren't for her leaving me I wouldn't be in this situation.
If she didn't...
I threw the canvas to the floor and yelled.
"Why'd you leave me! Just why did you leave me! " I yelled as I pulled my on hair.
It was funny because. It isn't even a drawing of my damn mother. It's just my imagination.
I don't even know what she fucking looks like.
I once again fell to my knees and started at the canvas as I cried.
By the time I was done with ny breakdown I was laying on the floor.
Small tears still streaming down my face.
"I'm just... Trying to be alive yet. Their all so cruel. " I said as I moved to a fetus position.
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I wiped the mud off the face and was finally face to face with my clean face.
The orphanage I used to stay at had a director. He wasn't the best...
He always tried stuff and called me pretty. I always hated that.
I always hated the fact that I was pretty.
It's harder to be pretty if your like me.
Men try to come at you since you have no one so your an easy target.
But when I was younger I loved it.
I would always look into the mirror and smile.
Not that I hate my face now, it's... It's just hard to live with it.
I sighed and opened the cabinet for some ointment for my scratches.
I properly cleaned them up and put bandaids on them which honestly made me look funny.
I sighed and took my clothes off and put some shorts and a hoodie on.
I went back to the main area and started to clean everything up.
I eventually put the canvas in it's place. I may hate her at timea but she's my mom...
I can't do anything about it. Plus this drawing is a memory.
It's the picture of my dreams.
Of my innocent dreams.
Hi hello this is new but I have like 8 parts including this ready haha.
Wanted to make sure I actually had an idea 😂
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FanfictionA very traumatic story of a girl named Violet. Elizabeth gets pregnant at 18 and gets her child taken away after she gives birth. 16 years later she meets a girl named Violet and watch as they grow closer. This story includes alot of triggering co...