It all started when I was 10. I just went to bed in the middle of the night my left eye started to hurt, a lot. Like someone stabbed it. I was screaming my parents ran into the room. They saw my left eye... it was glowing bright green. My father was worried about me, my mother on the other hand... well she was scared, very scared of what her daughter is... then as the times go on my mother thought it would be absolutely amazing to abuse me! Wrong. Well she still did it but it was horrible.
"Olivia!" My father called out to me. "Dinner!" 'dinner already? Wow time goes by fast.' I thought as I shut my journal and rush downstairs. I get to the kitchen and see my father's back as he's cooking and my mother drinking tea. I mentally glare at her as i sit in a seat far from my mother. "So dad? What dinner tonight?" My father turns around and shows me a pot full of noodles. "Spaghetti!" Me and him laugh a bit before I see my mother glaring at me and I shut up instantly. My father doesn't notice my mother glaring at me and goes back to cooking. I mentally sigh and think 'i can't do anything fun around my father anymore because of this witch.' The dinner gets done and I try to eat peacefully but my witch of a mother was annoying and being bratty... as always...
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Finding Hope
WerewolfThere's always hope in your life. You just have to fine the right person that will prove it to you there is.
