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ℳ𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒶 𝒜ℯ𝓁𝒾𝓃 ℬ𝓁𝒶𝒸𝓀𝒻ℴ𝓇𝒹
"Marta Aelin Nicole Blackford! I expect you to come downstairs immediately!" A yell was heard from downstairs that made me rise to my feet. I walked to the door of my room and stepped out just to hear "Faster!" from my aunt as a response to the door crack.
"You are not dying are you?" I yelled back to her, annoyed.
"You and your bitchy temper! It's not gonna bring you anywhere good," she snapped at me when I came down the stairs, "Me and Merikh are leaving. Dinner must be ready by 8pm. Until then, you aren't leaving the house. You better do it if you don't wanna get punished again."
"I'm not in the mood to cook today," I informed her, standing next to bar table, my arms crossed on my chest," If you are hungry, you can order food home," I advised.
"You," she emphasized, turning to me "better do what I say. I'm not ordering food."
"And I'm not your slave or housekeeper. I'm not cooking," I denied, "I don't understand, aren't you full of me cleaning, cooking, and doing all the house staff for you? I'm not your housekeeper, once again. I'm your niece, you are my guardian. You don't even pay me for that!" I argued, not being able to hold anything in myself today.
"Marta Aelin, you are not raising your voice at me!" She said and slapped me on the face, her ring hitting my lip and making it to bleed. I just stood there at shock not being able to move for an inch. "We're done with this conversation" she said grabbing my hair tight from behind, making me look at her. After giving me a death glare she walked out of the house with my cousin who was smirking and side-eying me.
As the door slammed close, I blinked for the first time, my eyes filled with oceans of salty tears. I let a few tears escape as I collapsed to the floor, which I usually don't allow myself to do. I was just so tired these days from the behavior of the only family I had alive that I just couldn't hold anymore. I cried on the floor not being able to take a breath and started choking on it. My mind was overflowing with all the emotion and thoughts I had at the moment I just wanted to die from it all.
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After some time, the oceans in my eyes were dropped to nothing, my eyes were red, puffy, and dry as hell. They burned as much as my head hurt–which is usual for me after having an anxiety attack–the only thing I wanted at the moment was to take my contacts out of my eyes or poke the miserable things in the eye holes of my head with a fork or a knife.
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When I finally calmed down and I was able to stand up, I grabbed my phone to look at the time. 17.47- I've been down on the floor crying for nearly an hour.
Why was I even crying?
I shoved my phone in the pocket of my jean-shorts and grabbed my wallet from upstairs before heading out to a local restaurant to grab food for 2 hungry bitc– family members of mine for dinner so that I don't get bothered.
After I grabbed dinner, I came back home and threw it onto the kitchen counter and left the house.
I walked through the city, busy people of Sunday's night, on Thursday night 3 days before September starts. Back to school, back to 3 last years of hell before I'm off here.
As I try to push through–unexpectedly–a big crowd of people in London, I walk to one place that has been more of a home for me than the place I sleep and eat in. A roof of one of the tallest buildings of London that shows you the view of the whole town.
The place is very peaceful and calm, without any intruders coming here. A house I once lived in, but now it's on rent, while I live with my only family alive.But still, I have the keys from the house that lets me walk upstairs to the roof 30 something floors up; which could have been a struggle to many people, but I'm not the one in the list. My body is trained enough for different physical pain from my past, and the practices I attend thrice a week plus extra days when I need to let my madness out somewhere.
Climbing up the building for the 4th time this week, giving me the view of London under a pitch-black ocean with hundreds of little, white dots shining in it. Just one sight of this place makes me relax and feel like home, making me forget my problems and the world. It is my so-called heaven, which for others might look like a simple roof of a tall building, even though for me it hides much deeper meaning.
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𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏: 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌?
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Meant to Survive
FanfictionWhat's said: "Some wounds heal perfectly. Some struggle to. Some will leave scars. And others won't heal at all." And what's the reality: "I lost a your mother's necklace. I lost my friends. I was abused. I watched my family die." -Marta Aelin Black...
