Chap 4

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My anger grew as my hands went into fists once I got my head together. I stormed through to my room and slammed the door shut. I went on my hands and knees and pulled my backpack from underneath my bed. I stood up and throw it onto my unsorted sheets. I charge over to my wardrobe and grabbed fistfuls of clothes before dumping them untidily into the bag. I guess I was making a lot of noise because my door was open and there stood my frantic mother. She gasped when she saw me. "Y/N! What on earth are you doing?" I pick up my makeup without making any eye contact with her. "Leaving." I mumbled, through the cosmetic in to my carrier. "Don't be silly Y/N! Stop now!" She touched my shoulder as I was shrugging on my leather jacket. I spun around. Throwing off her hand. "Don't you fucking touch me! I heard your little phone call and I'm not going!" She gasped, unaware that I heard. " look Y/N, I'm your mother and you're going!" I bared my teeth and clenched my fist. "IM NOT GOING!" I scared before picking up the backpack. I slung
It over my shoulder and began to make my way out of the house. I reach the hall, so close to the front door. When I felt myself being spun around. My wrist were grabbed as I struggled. My mother held me firm, refusing to release me. "LET ME GO!" I yelled, my bag shaking side to side as I tried to brake free thats when I heard the door being flung open. Net thing I know, I was tackled down to the ground with two paramedics hovering over me. I yelled out with tears forming on my eyes, mascara streams forming on my cheeks. I begged them to release me as my mother spoke to another worker far away. I scared when I suddenly felt an injection puncturing the left side of my nick. I tried to fight them off, but I was getting weak and my eyes dropped I was drifted away, slowly. Then I felt my entire body go still as everything went black......

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