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Chapter 4
Q W E N T I N

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Song:
Crybaby
by Melanie Martinez

Dollhouse
by Melanie Martinez

(I didnt copy the book. I only copied the family.)

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After they all went home, I cried. I couldn't be with someone who I love.

10 years ago..

I sat on the porch alone, crying silently. I heard moans from daddy's room, my mom slurring words at the kitchen. I can smell the weed smoke from my brother's room.

My ice cream in one hand is melting. It was scorching hot outside.

"Hera?" I hear mom slur. "Come here."

I walk back in, after throwing the ice cream outside.

"Yes mommy Pandora?"

"Can you shoot me?" I hear mom cry-slur.

"Sh-shoot you? B-but you'll die." I stutter, gun in hand.

"Yeah. I want to die."

"No!" I scream, throwing the gun.

"You fucking bitch!" She screams back. I see her lounge at me, ready to spank me. I run to my room before she could do that.

I cried in there, doors and windows locked.

Then I heard a gun shot.

A gun shot.

A month later, I saw a child the same age as me. "Hey may I ask for your name?"

"Okay. My name is Qwentin." He replies.

"Hey, Qwentin do you want to play?"

I gasp for air. Was that a memory?

My head ached, as if I were having a hangover. Clenching my head, I went to the kitchen, grabbing some pain relievers.

I sigh, falling to the floor after taking the pill.

Am I.. healing?

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Omg why has my book have to be cliché?

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Love,
Aryana ❤

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