Chapter 1

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/Flashback/

"Phoenix!" My bruised and battered mother screamed as she ran into my room.

"Mom! What happened?"

"I need you to go far away." She had something in her hand, but I couldn't tell what it was.

"What did dad do to you?"

"This is as bad as it has ever gotten. I knew this day would come. I have been saving money. Go, run away. Go some place safe." She handed me a money and pulled up her shirt. There was a large shard of glass in her stomach. She was bleeding. A lot.

"Mom- I- wha-"

We heard loud footsteps coming up the stairs.

I crawled under the bed and slid the money into my pocket.

The next thing I saw was my 6'5 drunk father was towering over my mother. I curled up into a ball under my large bed and skillfully covered up a whimper. You couldn't see me under the shadows of the bedskirt. Then,

A gunshot.

Blood. Everywhere. My moms.

I couldn't hold it in any longer.

"NO! YOU MONSTER!"

"Come here you little whore!" He slurred.

"No no no no, Mom! WAKE UP! PLEASE!"

He reached under the bed and grabbed my legs with one hand. I held on to the edge of the bed, while scream-crying as he pulled. My mothers blood made me slide out better. My fragile eight year old body finally budged.

I felt a sharp pain in my face.

I cried out with everything I had in my lungs.

I looked at the mirror and saw that he had cut me me.

"Please stop!"

"I never loved you you little bitch. You're just like your mother."

I kicked him in the balls.

He groaned and I smiled through the pain.

He grabbed the knife that was still in my cheek. He pulled it down so that it ripped through my flesh. He then pulled it out.

I felt like I was dying.

He stood up.

I looked back up and saw that my dad had the gun to his head.

'BAM'

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I crawled out of my room. I was bleeding. I stood up. I was a little bit dizzy.

I walked into the bathroom and grabbed a towel and pressed it against the open wound tightly and walked back into my room. I ignored the fact that both of my parents were dead on my floor and grabbed my backpack. I picked up a wad of clothes and stuffed it into my backpack.

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