Everyone has a story, not all of them end with happily ever after. Not all end with deaths. Not all ends with smiles.
My adoptive parents were fine for now. I never left the mans side. He was nice to me. My "mother" was kind too. As for my "brother" I couldn't tell.
Then again life's such an asshole. One day the man left and I was with "mother" and her son. The lady dropped the nice act and pushed me to wall. Paralyzed by fear I stood on the wall. The lady started to throw stuff at me. Bowls, cups, knifes, light bulbs all of it. And that's when I felt pain for the first time since I've been "adopted". As soon as she stopped I ran up to the room I sleep in and lock the door.
Life is filled with surprises. As I went to lay down on the bed I felt arms. The grabbed me and threw me on to a bed. My back slammed onto the mattress. I felt someone climb on top of me and just a few seconds later my clothes ripped off. Bare and vulnerable is how I felt.
That night I was taken advantage of.
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Fallen Angel
Short StoryClose your eyes and imagine a world. Everything is pitch black and happiness is scarce. The soul that lives there is dark and hasn't got hope to carry on. It's an unfair battle between one person and the world and it seems like the world is winning...
