Avia

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Avia's POV:

I jolted up from a horrifiying nightmare. Like usual, I was dreaming about my dad and how he abused me. My heavy breathing calmed down a few minutes later as I lay motionless on my bed. Why was I like this? A tear prickled out of my eye as I quickly wiped it.

You're just a worthless bitch!

Ah there it was, I was wondering where that went. Believe it or not, I can hear someone talking to me. They used to be so kind to me before my mum died and then they began bickering at me. Now whenever I heard it I am reminded of my dad, even though it's girl talking to me.

"Wake up everyone. Some people are coming to adopt soon so get ready!" A member of staff's voice blared through the speaker. Was it already the morning. I actually slept for once! I rolled out pf my bed lazily and dragged myself into my bathroom. Was I going to use the blade today. No? Yes? No Avia, snap out of it!

Just one cut won't hurt.

"Stop!" I mentally screamed while collapsing on the floor. I scrunched my eyes shut and slowly opened them to see a gashing cut climbed down my wrist. I bit my tounge to stop screaming. Not again.

I cleaned up my cut and had a shower. The water killed my wrist whenever it touched the cut but I had to deal with it. Once I was done, I dried myself and put my hair in a plait. I then got changed into black leggins and a whote shirt that said 'love' on it. I stood infront of my mirror in disgust. All I could see was ugly. Sighing, I went downstairs and attempted to eat. When it came to food I was a nightmare. Ever since my mum died I didn't eat as much and now if I eat anything, I am most likely to vomit it back.

"Come on Avia, try!" One of the staff practically pegged as I shook my head.