My name is Pappet, and I have to say I have the worst life ever. I've been abused since I was eleven, and trapped in a basement since I was nine. I was forced to paint, and practically killed my self, or at least tried from time to time.
And I have to say that my abuse is worse than any bruise or smack to the face. What I have to suffer is so much worse. Every now and then I get tied to a poll and get to watch as my sister and mother laugh at me while I lay on the ground with blood soaking threw my already torn up shirt.
I get to watch as the blood drips from the whip that struck my back countless times, and I get to live with that.
And after I refused to live a life of abuse, I was kicked out and left to die in the woods, only to be found by the last person on earth I wished to see.
And I wish I did die in those woods, at least then I would not have to suffer a life with him. at least I would not have to suffer mental abuse, even if he doesn't realizes he's doing it, he still is.
Okay so this story, is kinda gory, but not as much as 5 ways to kill. it is also the fist story I have ever written, I've had it in google docs for like a year, so that's something. Leave a comment, or if you want to read this story!
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