*Amanda's P.O.V*
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The ringing of my alarm clock woke me. I sighed as I peeled the covers back, as I yawned.
Aching in my arms from slicing them late last night.
I cut.
It was nothing new, I've been cutting for a year now, and I have no intentions of stopping either.
I hate life. My life completely sucks.
My mom walked out on me, and my dad when I was three, and my dad is a raging drunk. He beats me, drags me, kicks me around this broken, rusty house, and I have no say in anything.
I'm bullied in school for not being as upperclass as everybody else.
Everyone else wears shorts, and skirts. I wear jeans. Just jeans.
They wear heels, and sandals. I've been wearing the same worn down converse since 10th grade... I'm a senior.
Nobody pays me any mind except for when they're tormenting me, calling me names, or beating the fuck out of me.
I rely on nobody but myself because everyone turns on you at some point.
I trust nobody but myself.
I have nobody.
I'm Alone.
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~Ashlynn 😊🌸💕
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Alone.
Teen Fictionbroken home. broken soul. she didn't count on anybody but herself. she was alone. until he changed her, for better. her name is Amanda, and this is her story.
