"Cause I'm a real tough kid, I can handle my shit. They said babe you gotta fake it till you make it and I did. Lights camera bitch smile, even when you wanna die"
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"Breaking down I hit the floor. All the pieces of me shattered as the crowd...
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________________________PART 6
I can do it with a broken heart by Taylor swift
"All the pieces of me shattered as the crowd was chanting more" _____________ .•.•.(OUR TRAIN RIDE WAS A COMPLETE DISASTER).•..• .•.|MORANA|.•.
All this talk about my mother today, was definitely not helping my nightmare problem.
I open my eyes, and Im surrounded by the familiar sent of my old room: A mix of vanilla, cigarettes, and my bath and body spray that I use to help get the cigarette smell gone. I cough slightly, and I walk around my room. My AC/DC posters, my random horror movie posters, and a couple just dark themed posters are all sticking to the slanted celling in my room. There is one strand of lights going up the slanted celling, to illuminate the room. And my bed sheets are a dark shade of purple, and black pillows. I have a ghost face pillow sitting as a decoration on my bed. I have a desk right next to my bed, it had The Institute by Stephen King, which I never got around to finishing because of my ADHD and dyslexia, and a small lamp. Thats all that can fit in my room, considering that we were not a rich family, and my mother, stepfather and stepbrothergot the other bigger rooms. Why did she not give her real daughter the bigger room? Because she thought I was a curse and a burden to this family.
You see, my mother was always a little different. She always believed in witch craft, zodiac sign stuff, and bad luck. Me, I never believed in anything. That might be one reason why she thought I was a curse. Another reason she thinks I am a curse, is because after she gave birth to me, my father disappeared. So she thought I was bad luck. Then after couple years, she meant Steven. The guy had the same crazy beliefs as her, and they clicked. The guy Steven was divorced, and with that women he had a kid. My mother and Stepfather never had any children together, thank the gods for that.
And what do people do with curses? They get rid of them. So my mom basically locked me in my room 24/7, and told me how much of a burden to this family I am. And when I ever left my room, to do like, normal kid stuff- she would punish me. That might be throwing a vase at me, or not giving me dinner.
I let out a huge breath, and I start to open my door slightly. I look through the hallway, it seems never ending. Which is weird because our house was small as heck.
I start to walk through the hallway, and I feels like I'm not moving, but I look down and see me feet are walking. The hell?
But then I see Steven, he is watching me with his beady, startling, despicable eyes. He has the terrifying smirk on his face, that scares the hell out of me. And me being me, I run. This time I am able to move my legs, but it still feels like Im going no where. I am sprinting down an endless hallway, trying to get away from him.
I am panting, and sweating, tears are now flying out of my face. I look over my shoulder, and Steven is just walking normally, but somehow he is keeping up with my sprinting, "You might as well stop running, Rona" He in a low, chilling tone. At his words, I feel chills going down my spine, "Im gonna get you anyways" I let out a cry, and start to sprint faster.
