Part 3: No one knows....

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I was in my room as usual doing my homework hearing music on my phone that I bought with my own money because my mother wouldn't buy me one, she always hated me as well as my step father and the rest of my family
"I wish I could die someday...nobody would care...my life is a mess..." I said to myself
My sister knocked on the door and saw my phone, then she took it away from me
" This is yours?"
I reached out for it, but she just smiled evily and threw it at the ground
"NO!.....I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!..." I said with tears as I saw how she tore apart my phone, Why was the reason I was crying?....well because it was the only thing that took me to my music world....and the only thing I could Hear music and not feel unwanted and alone....
Suddenly my step sister was lying on the floor curled up and scared as she looked at the ceiling with fear and said with a nervous voice
"M-Monster.....M-Monster.....MOM!!!!!!!!!"
"What happened!?"
I tried to reach for her but she just pushed me away, then my mother came in furious
"WHAT IS THIS YELLING ABOUT!?...WHAT DID YOU DO?!" she looked at me with hate and punched my face
"I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!"
I responded to her, suddenly my step sister with fear hold my mother back as she trembled
"IT....IT WASN'T HER.....MOM....LEAVE HER ALONE....THAT THING...TOLD ME....THAT IT WAS GONNA KILL US...IF WE DID SOMETHING TO HER....."
I looked at her in surprise as my mother stepped back as if she knew what was going on and she walked away with my step sister, I was on the ground wondering what was the thing that my sister saw and why did my step mother looked like she knew...
"Who knows?..." I thought, but I couldn't get an answer, suddenly I saw my phone in front of me but it was fixed?....
What in the world happened...I asked to myself
"Who knows?...."
I kept on looking at my phone and a message appeared, it said
"At least say thank you :) "
I was wondering who was it....I don't have a single friend but as if I knew I looked at the window and whispered
"Thank you..."
"Your welcome..." it whispered, but who was it?....

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