When I was a little girl, I was pretty bright, I had a full vocabulary. But I was still way too young to have an understanding of what was going on. *BANG BANG BANG*. Two tall men at my door with weapons. I asked my parents what was going on. "Go to your room now. Lock the door." What?. My sister rushes me into my room. She peaked out the window ever so slightly. My room being the only one with a clear view of the driveway and front of the house. I peak out too. "Why are they here.. what's going on?" I ask my sister. "They're here for me." What?? My confusion is too overwhelming for me to process so I just start silently crying. Mommy and Daddy always said that crying shows weakness and it's not ok to cry. So I try my best but what is even going on right now and why are there men here with weapons?? My sister was with me. I peak out of my door and I see my dad with his back holding back the door. These men banging on the door. I'm scared. Who wouldn't be I was only 4 years old.. "I told you to stay in your room.", "I'm sorry."
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Soft skin bleeds.
Teen FictionTW: May be very intense and is suggestive. Contains: Abuse, heartbreak, drugs, running away, PTSD, anxiety, fainting, cussing, suicidal emotions, blood, SA, betrayal, real life situations. Heidi, a struggling teenage girl tries to find her way in...
