Darcy's P.O.V
"Beavers like dams?" I stir, waking up. "Why is there blood all over my pillow?" I ask myself. "Oh yeah" I mumble. The last thing I remember was listening to Take Me Home. I look over at my iPhone and Doc. "Nooo!"I quietly scream, not wanting my parents to hear. My iPhone 5 and Doc are on the ground, both smashed into a million pieces. "They've gone to far!" I growl, now with mixed emotions (mostly angry).
First I go to the bathroom to clean myself up. When my face is clean and I've brushed my hair, (if you were wondering, I straightened my hair and left it out) I storm out to the kitchen to give those haters a piece of my mind.
"WHY DID YOU SMASH MY STUFF? More importantly, WHY DO YOU HATE ME!? All I do for you and you still hate me. I try and be nice to you but you STILL hate me...for example yesterday, you didn't care that it was my birthday. I didn't even get any presents!!!" I screamed at them. I knew I was in big trouble but I didn't care, in fact, I couldn't care less. I was fuming now.
"We smashed it because you listen to rubbish music" mum answered calmly.
"THEY ARE NOT RUBBI..." I tried to argue but got cut off by mum.
"To your room now" she said coldly.
"But but bu..." I tried to argue again.
"TO. YOUR. ROOM. NOW!" mum screamed. I ran to my room to pack all my stuff. I felt a few tears roll down my face. "I'm leaving" I told myself.
*2 hours later*
Once I packed all my stuff, and I mean ALL my stuff, I tip toed to the front door. I took one last look at my old life, and with that, I quietly creaked open the door and walked away down the little cobble footpath, never to return.
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Taken by Chance
FanficHave you ever felt unwanted? Or maybe you haven't lived up to everyone else's expectations? Well, I have. Darcy Red is an 18 year old girl, who, as a child was abused by her parents, and still is. Darcy gets a lot of hate on Twitter for no reason. S...
