Growing up I lost my mother to a car crash, that was when things started to change. Dad drank and abused me physically and mentally, I was 13 when it all hit me I hid knives in places for when I needed to escape to cut to bleed to hurt. Every day I wore hoodies and long sleeves to hide it. I was bullied but it stopped hurting because I was used to it, it was numbing it bounced off I didn't cry I didn't care. My grades would have sparked attention to any other parents but not dad.
Right I forgot you don't even know my name yet, I'm Delilah. I have black hair black clothes, and no friends only acquaintances and enemy's. I had friends but when my mom died when I was 7, I completely shut the world out. I dont talk much dont go out much. Period.
But now I'm 16 going on 17. For the first time in a very long time I decided to go 'There'.
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Delilah *Discontinued*
RandomAs she walked into the forest she is suddenly pulled somewhere dark and sees a light and followed it.
