Chapter 1-
TW-
Murder
Suicidal thoughts
Abusive Father/Husband
Self-Harm
Misscarriage
Going insane
I sobbed as I picked my younger sister running out of my house as fast as I could. I was covered in blood, with knife marks, and bruises covering my body. My own father had just killed my mother before my eyes before turning to me. He was under the effect of alcohol, like usual– oh who am I kidding, he is abusive. "Georgy, is mommy gonna be okay?" Katlyn, my little sister, asked tugging on my sleeve as I sat down, a few blocks away from the house. "Don't worry Kate.. she'll be okay.." I said tears rolling down my eyes, I tried my best to comfort her, but it was so hard knowing it was all a lie. I picked Katlyn up again, as I started to walk down the sidewalk. I didn't know where I was going, but anywhere will be better than this place.
Seven years ago/ 6 year old Georgy-
I looked in the mirror as I put on my long white dress. I smiled brightly as I admired the flower patterns and the lacey pink ribbon in my short hair.I was getting ready for Mommy's baby shower! That's when I heard glass shatter downstairs– I quietly peaked from the stairs as I saw Mommy and Daddy fighting. They did that a lot.. "I can't keep doing this Jacob!! With you going off and gambling, buying a new car, and you're always drunk! How are you supposed to be a good father for Georgy and provide for a baby?!" she screamed. "Shut the hell up bitch" He said furiously as he slapped her to the ground, "Maybe we should just kill the little brat before having to pay for it" he kicked mommy's belly. Mommy screamed in pain, alerting the other party guests outside. I quickly ran up to my room, frightened.
Present
I woke up shaking, with tears rolling down my eyes. My attention immediately turned towards the young brunette sleeping soundly beside me. I had walked at least a mile or two until finding an old parking lot behind a store with some blankets. Both me and Katlyn were exhausted, so we are staying here for the night. I knew she was curious about what all was happening– but she was used to blindly following. I snuggled closer to her whispering to myself, 'I couldn't save me, mom, or tommy.. But I promise I will save you.'
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AdventureI sobbed as I picked my younger sister running out of my house as fast as I could. I was covered in blood, with knife marks, and bruises covering my body. My own father had just killed my mother before my eyes before turning to me. TW- Murder Suicid...
