My day dreaming was cut short when I heard Toffee meowing at the door. He purred and meowed until I opened the door. I opened the door carefully to make sure I didn't wake my parents up and a big ball of orange fur dashed into my room. He jumped into my room and curled up into my duvet. Well I wasn't sleeping tonight. I sat down onto my comforting duvet and started to gently stroke Toffee up and down his fluffy back as I hummed to myself. He was incredibly comforting and adorable. He helped me through my darkest of times. He's like a best friend and a sibling and a parent all in one smushed together. That probably sounds sad but I don't care. I love him.
Slowly I curled up into the fetus position and began to fall asleep.
Today was the day. We were going to the caravan and Laura was coming along...
Sand in my shoes. Laura complaining about her mother being a bitch. Should I tell her? Why would you? You'll be more pathetic if you tell her. I want help. You don't need it. Yes I do. NO. But please.
"I've had some stuff going on recently." Cautiously I said being careful not too say too much.
"Do you want to talk about it? We don't have to if you don't want to."
Climb. Climb. Climb. Pondering to myself whether to tell her or not I climbed the wooden frame in the park where we were talking. Should I tell her. God I wish she would just say tell me.
"Laura I was abused."
Authors notes: Sorry this is a short chapter but I have really bad writers block. See ya next time!!! :)
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Barely alive
Ficción GeneralSometimes do you just want to escape? Run from everything you hold dear to you. For me that isn't an option. I'm trapped inside my own prison. My own mind...my own story. But hey it could be worse. So enough dawdling let's get this party started...
