Battle Scars (Harry Styles Fantic)

That blood over there on the floor is from fear. Bullying. The cuts and marks in my arm is from not being able to handle my life anymore. I'm not me because people push me around and control me. Like I'm a robot.

My name is Rosey and I'm known as the troublemaker. Being pressured by my peers to steal, lie, and cheat. That is probably not that best things for me right now.

I live with my mum, and my younger brother. Sadly about a year ago my dad passed away. He was shot walking home from the gas station in the middle if the day.

I will never forget that phone call I got from school with the horrible news. It's like I relive it everyday. I see it in my mind, I think about it at every time of the day, it's killing me inside.

After that I started having nightmares, seeing it in my dreams like I was there when it happened. I started loosing track of things and failing my school classes. I still have panic attacks. I watch everything.

I have isolated myself from everybody, everything. Even my family. I don't talk to them, don't listen to them, don't care about them. Anymore should I say.

My family treats me like shit. Pushes me around hits me, kicks me, whatever they can do to me they will. I'm just glad they give me food and shelter. But at any point they could kick me out of the house if they wanted to.

My family is falling about. My brother has broken and entered four times and have tried to rob banks. My mum is an alcohol addict and a heavy smoker. I'm the only normal one in this crazy family I guess you can say.

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Thank you so much for reading!

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Chapter two will be up in a couple of days! Thanks!

Eliza