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the bar was full of the stench of alcohol, cigars, and desperation.
desperation of love, sex, money, and basically anything that you can think of. But, one girl in the bar was different.
this is the story of the girl, who sits in the dark, smokey corner of the bar where no one dares to go near.
she covers her scars by wearing long sleeves, and jeans. But, the whole bar was full of desperate slutty women that wore skimpy clothing, and full of women letting men do what ever they wanted to do to them because they were "beautiful."
no one dared go near her though, she was the only girl not being taking away by a strange man, the only person that got odd, sad looks.
she wanted to leave, but it seemed she wanted to just sit there and drink all of her sorrows away.But, later that evening, she finally left the bar for good. She did however, look back once, frantically deciding whether or not she wanted to continue what she was doing, or stagger home drunkenly. She finally decided to go home, afraid that her efforts to destroy the monsters in her life may go too far, and hurt someone other than herself. She could barely stand on her two feet, sort of like a fish with out water; a shark without prey.
She finally arived home, she slowly turned the key into the door, anxious that she would wake up her parents from their deep slumber. She opened the door, fast but exquisitely quiet. She then closed the door, sliding down
this is the story of the night she wanted to be in the sky, with the angels, and fly and sing as if she had no cares in the world. but, she didn't want to stay in the hell that was already existing in the reality of her life.
this is the night she wanted to die. and she picked up the pen, and pulled out some paper, but she couldn't write anything. all that the paper had on it were wet, salty tears, soaking it through to her desk.
this is the story of the night that changed her family and friend's lives, not for the better, but for the worst.
TO BE CONTINUED.
