My messed up life

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Sara POV

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"SARA GET UP HERE!!!!!!" Mom screams. I rush up the stairs of the basement were I had been sitting on my hands for 4 hours. I enter the kitchen and notice she's been drinking. Not a good sign. "Get over here you idiot!" She yells at me as I scoot over to her. "Your a bad girl" she says as she grabs a knife and aims it to my stomach. "m.."I mumble. "DID I TELL YOU THAT YOU CAN SPEAK!!!!" She screeches. I hold my gaze at the knife in her hand. Clenching it tightly she moves her hand closer to my stomach. I gulp. I had been surviving her abuse for my whole life, and here I am,my mom holding on to a knife,about to stab me,she never stops herself from doing these stuff. I watch her knife closely. She moves the knife closer to my stomach, touching the cloth of my torn up shirt. The knife slowly goes through my skin. Pain rushes through out my body. I scream. The reflect was not supposed to happen. "Oh your gonna get it" she mumbles under her breath as she lets the knife sink into my stomach. I fall to the floor in a tump. I see that my vision is getting poor. My strength leaving my body. What did I do wrong all my life.


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