Hatred

Have you ever been filled so much with anger and hatred that it made it hard to survive each day? It made it hard to keep the ones you love close & hard to catch people when you're the reason they have fallen. This is Layla & this is her story. Find out what happens when she lets faith, hope, trust and happiness go. Finds out if she finds who she is. Read the book to know how her life ended up.

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This story is not true. It was just an idea that I dreamt up. This is my second attempt at writing a book. My first book is called "Dusk". Check it out! Please comment on what you think. Suggestions are always welcome & thanks so much for all of your support! Love you guys! -MatigannL

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"Mom! I hate you! I never want to see your face again!"

"Honey, can we please talk about this?"

"Ugh! Mom! Just leave me alone! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I HATE YOU!"

"Hon-"

"Mom. Get these words in your head. I. Hate. You."Layla choked out as she slammed her door shut. Why did everything have to be so hard? She jumped on her bed, popped her headphones in & closed her eyes. Her throat burned from all the screaming and yelling she's been doing lately and each swallow bit at her flesh.

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My eyes jolted open in a matter of seconds. Phew. It was just a dream, just a dream, I thought as I bristled out of bed. My throat felt ripped up and raw. The images behind my eyelids darted around in my head. Yet I was seeing nothing. Wow. Creepy much?

"Honey! Time to get up!"

I just continued laying there. I didn't want to get up. I just wanted to sleep! Why couldn't she understand that?!?!

"Layla! Get! Up! If you don't you'll be late!"

I continued laying there.

"LAYLA MARIE CARE! GET YOUR BUTT DOWNSTAIRS AND SHOWER. NOW! OR IM CALLING YOUR FATHER."

Now I was just doing this to get a rise out of her. I heard footsteps coming up the stairs.

"That's it. I'm coming up. I warned you!"

She said in a sing-songy voice. She pushed the door open to my room and entered. Ever heard of knocking? Guess not.

"Alright! Your choice!"

She sighed while walking over to my king mattress. She yanked the mattress off. She yanked all of the pillows off and started banging my head with them. I still continued to sleep. She grabbed both my feet. I held on to bed frame. I had an idea. She started pulling back. I could hear her grunts. In order for my plan to work, i'd have to have the perfect timing. She pulled my feet harder. Harder. Harder. Perfect. I let go of the bed frame. She fell backwards onto the wooden floor & I had the comfort of falling on my pillows and blankets. Ha. I fell back asleep. I heard mom grunt an exasperated sigh and walk out of the room.

Guess I wasn't going to school today.