It's a dark Tuesday evening. He lays past out on the couch, a bottle of whiskey in his hand. Static blasting on the television, seems to be his favorite channel. The curtains moving with the wind, letting in small beams of light. Quiet sobs coming from down the hall, caused by a girl sitting on the bathroom floor. Her vision blurry from all the tears as she watches the blood drop. The bloody blade, slicing into the palm of her hand as she holds a tight grip on it. The bruises all over her body, throbbing. Some call them battle wounds, she calls them broken memories. Things can change in the blink of an eye. This is the story of Angelina Rose.
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In The Blink of An Eye
Teen FictionThis is an old story I wrote a while back.. Just so you all know this is not based of a true story. Okay? Okay.