Temptation

Dead life

Sonya's pov :

How about a little introduction?

Well, my name is Sonya Salice Williams, Salice Pronounced As Sa-Leece. I'm seventeen, I'm mixed, black and white. What else?

Oh! Here's something, I get abused and raped on the daily.

I've had three miscarriages, I've had both of my arms broken, my left leg broken, my jaw also and a couple of my ribs.

Wonder who's doing this to me?

Well, I haven't told anybody. Only because if I did I'd end up dead.

Lucky me right?

But I guess you can keep a secret right?

It's my uncle.

I have no parents. They died a couple years ago. No one has ever told me how they died. But that's the least of my worries.

Ever lay in bed just wanting to die? When everything that can possibly go wrong went wrong? Yeah, I feel ya. But keep your head up kiddo. There's always something worse that can happen, even when you think there's nothing worst than what you're going through now.

You're still here aren't you? That's the biggest accomplishment ever if you really think about it. Staying here even though you wanted to leave this earth so badly. Good job fighter. Even if you've lost so much, you've been able to win in the end.

Anyways , enough with the sappy. It's time for you guys to finally indulge into this crappy life of mine. Hope you enjoy.

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Finally, I was able to at least sit up in my bed. It hurt like hell but I needed to move. I also needed to pee. I grimaced, seeing as the bathroom was so far away, but wetting the bed was something I was content on not doing.

I swung my legs over the side of my bed slowly, placing my feet on the ground while slightly applying pressure, testing if I would be able to stand.

Finally, I found the will to stand up, wincing as I felt prickles shoot up my legs. Like I just stuck my leg in a rose patch. Whispering profanities to myself, I started to make my way over to the bathroom somewhat resembling Bambi.

Soon enough to my pleasure, I reached the bathroom and immediately did my business. Man, how does one hold in pee so long? My bladder is the ultimate champ.

After I was done washing my hands I looked in the mirror, not shocked at how my reflection looked.

My usually brown curly hair that bounced when I walked was not so bouncy and more dead looking. It still had it's long length. I had bags and dark circles under my eyes and my cheeks look sunken in, like how you look when you're making a Kissy face. Except I wasn't. My lips were dry and cracked, still slightly busted open from the last encounter with my uncle. I had a disgusting bruise on my left temple.

I shook my head knowing there wasn't anything I could do about it. I'd probably have to take the torture until I die.

Hopefully that was soon... I thought to myself.

I turned the sink on once again and rinsed my face. It felt relieving. Wanting the feeling on my body, I decided to take a warm shower.

Returning to my bambish movements, I made my way back to my room and gathered some clothes to wear. I went back into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Stepping in I feel immediately relaxed. The warm water flowed over all of the bruises on my body. I begin to wash my body and my hair, feeling much better after being in my bed for so long.