"Gabe I can't keep doing this! I ca---"
"Bye Peters"-
I throw down my phone, frustrated and grab the nearest pillow screaming. I just don't know how he can be so cruel. Well I guess he's just desperate. But I don't give a shit about him right now. All I care is I have no friends I'm basically a slave to this dickhead and I'm home alone screaming and sobbing into a pillow.
I don't even know why he needs all these drugs. Or how he knows I have access. But for now I have to do what he says to protect my family from more damage than we already have.
Why do people always treat me like I'm just here when they need me? Like I'm not a person, I'm just disposable.
Reaching under my mattress, I grab my songbook and start writing.
Tear stained pillows
Dark grey skies
All these memories
Fogging up my mind
It took so long to open up my eyes
No matter what you're told
You're not disposable.
Writing in my old, tattered, problem-filled songbook somehow always calmed me down. Well I should probably sleep, given it is eleven at night, an tomorrow is school... With Gabe. *Cringe*
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Behind the Smile
HumorJade is a normal 12 year old girl, well, at least on the outside she is. With her aunt Holly on drugs and committing unspeakable crimes. It's her duty to her family to keep her mouth shut. But what about her life at school? All her friends (or...
