She wrapped her hand around my neck, she was yelling, her words cutting at me like sharp blades. I closed my eyes trying to ignore it.
She started to lighted her grasp. I places my hand on my neck feeling around. I breathed heavier. I couldn't move, I could feel my chest pounding.
"She was my mother, how could she do this to me?" I always asked myself this.
I always thought that everything she did was my fault. If I said the wrong thing or did the wrong thing. It was always my fault. I finally brought up the courage to move so I went two doors down. My room. I felt safe in my room, it was my own little domain, where nobody could go, but I knew that wasn't true.
I start to cry. A waterfall was coming down my face. I couldn't do anything else besides cry.
"Why me?" I asked myself. "Why do I have to go through this." I sighed
I envy the day I get to leave, never looking back, never thinking about this house,
Or the people in it.
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Sorry it's so short, I'll try to write more, but I'm busy right now:(
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Claudia Hathaway.
Teen FictionClaudia Hathaway. 15 years old. Living in h3ll everyday, trying to cope with everything. Blaming herself. Dealing with school. Boys And most of all.. Her mother.
