Chapter 1
Pain
Thats all I felt as his hand goes across my face. "LOOK AT ME LITTLE BITCH!" He roars. I use all my strength to lift my head and stare into his unforgiving eyes. I see his mouth moving but no words come to me all I hear is my thoughts sceaming at me to get up. I'm on the floor in tears. My farther kicks me in my Stomach as hard as he could. As he left slamming the door I curled up in a ball crying my eyes out. I suddenly close my eyes drifting off to sleep. I awake to my mother sceaming at my father. " When she goes to school what is her fucking teacher going to say about that bruise on her face!" She yells. I quietly get up from the living room floor and run to the bathroom quickly shuting the door behind me. I stare in the Mirror. "Jasmine your fucking a piece or shit all the shit mom and dad says about you are true." I whisper to myself. Im Jasmine Im in 3rd grade. Im 8 years old, I live with my mum and dad in a broken home. I love my mommy even though she hit me and tells me horrible things. My farther on the other hand has done worst and i could never forgive him. I sit on the bathroom floor cry as the thoughts come back. I'm getting really tired so I walk to my room (AKA the living room) knowing my parents left to go smoke meth somewhere. I make my bed knowing its sunday so I have to get up earily to go to school. I lay down slowly drifting off to sleep.
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broken children
Short Storyhia my name is jasmine murrillo Im 8 years old and in 3rd grade my parents are drug addicts and mentally, Physically, and sexally abusing me I turn to self harm and the story will tell the rest... Will she live or take her own life..?
