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First chapter!! Thanks for reading <3 before you begin, I want to inform everyone that this is all Danielle's thoughts. I do not agree with a lot of this, it's only for the story. Anybody who relates to her character, I'm so sorry. Stay strong xx
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She sits up high, surrounded by the sun
One million branches and she loves every one
"Mom and dad, did you search for me?
I've been up here so long I'm going crazy!"
"Hold on Till May" by Pierce the Veil

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I watched as the smoke made soft, beautiful patterns in the air as it blew out of my mouth. The deadly stick in my hand was the only thing that relaxed me at times like this.

Rubbing it out and tossing the cigarette butt off the roof, I got up and made my way over to my window, slipping back inside and locking it.

Right as I shut my blinds, I heard a loud crash coming from downstairs. It didn't scare me or worry me, it was something I lived with.

My dad was abusive when I was younger. He was always getting high and staying out late. When he would come home, he would beat me. He always made an effort to tell me how worthless I was. He always told me that I was the reason he was always miserable. He was right. I was a drunken mistake.

My mother was 16 and my dad was 17. They both decided to go to a bar and get drunk. The bar always let underage in so there were no fake IDs needed. Maybe if some people weren't so drunk and horny one night, I wouldn't have ruined their lives. Even though I had no control over my birth, I still feel that it's my fault my parent were unhappy.

I say 'were' because I only have one "parent" now. My dad (if you even call him that) was extremely high one night and was drunk out of his mind when he crashed a car and died. After that, my mum, who was sober some of the time my dad was still here, hadn't been sober since. She is always going out to clubs, bringing guys back who were at least 20 years younger than her, and is in all honesty, a slut.

Because of this, the glass shattering downstairs was, like I said, no surprise. Alcohol bottles are scattered all over the lower level of the house, both whole and shards.

It was a revolting stench. There was a mix of various alcohol, drugs, sex and desperation. I stayed up in my room most of the time. The only times I left my room were for school or to see my friend, Ashlyn. I tried to sneak around to the kitchen for food every once in a while but the pantry was never stalked up. I guess that's just a sign telling me that I need to stop eating so much. It all just came back up anyways.

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The pounding on my door was enough to wake me. I could hear my intoxicated mother shouting from the other side.

"Get your àss up! Make me some breakfast you worthless piece of shìt!"

Good morning to you too.

I always slept with my bedroom door locked when I was in here, especially when I went to sleep. Since my dad always abused me, I've been locking it since. Once he died and my mum was drinking more than usual (which was a lot), she began beating me as well. Bruises scattered my body. I deserved it.

I groggily threw my legs over the side of my bed and stretched. Man, was my neck killing me. I must have slept on it wrong.

I quickly threw on a pair of black skinny jeans with a plain, black spaghetti strap tank top with a red and black flannel thrown over it. Walking to my connected bathroom, I brushed out my unruly black hair. I grabbed my hair straightener from under my sink and plugged it in. While waiting for it to heat up, I brushed my teeth and applied makeup. Just simple concealer, foundation, eyeliner and mascara was needed.