They abused me...
Hurt me mentally...
Physically...
Now I get to see their sorry faces after I jumped...
I am ready to leave this sorry world...
For real, this time...
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"Wait!" I heard a voice behind me, "Please don't jump!" I quickly turned around and saw a girl, probably around my age. I looked behind me again. 'It was so tempting...' I thought to myself. I then hopped over the railing and walked towards the girl. I soon stop, and glared at her. I titled my head to the side a little and asked, "What do you want..?" My voice was practically dripping with venom. The girl's eyes widened and took a step back. She then realized what she was doing and faced me again. "Please, suicide isn't an option! Don't try to kill yourself!" The girl was speaking in a small voice. I looked down and muttered quietly, "You wouldn't understand anyways..."
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I woke up from my dream.
I opened my eyes and spoke, "Another day in this life I call hell." I don't care anymore if someone hears me. I then looked around my-so-called, "Room." It barely had any furniture in it. Heck, it barely contains enough room for my bed and other stuff! Then, a voice called my name, "Firewolf!" I could hear the smirk in their voice already, "You better get up now..." The door to my room opened, to revealing then holding a knife. I crawled backwards as I looked at the knife fearfully, "Wh-Where?" I stuttered. My brother then grinned as he spun the knife, "Oh, this?" He then stabbed me, not enough to leave a deep cut, but enough to hurt. I covered my face and shut my eyes. Again, they then made little cuts with the knives on my legs. I knew not to fight back. They'll just hurt me worse. He then smirked, and walked away, taking all the evidence with him, "You're not a part of our family, you waste of life." The door then shut. I shut my eyes again, trying not to show signs of pain. I reached for cut pieces of fabric from my old blanket, and tried to wrap the marks on my arm. For the legs, I could say I tripped. As I tried to go back to sleep, I asked quietly, 'Why do you guys hate me so much..?'
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Hope you guys like this! I'm still new to this writing thing so my friend is helping.
" " Means speaking and ' ' means thinking.
Just in case you didn't know.
Well I'm off.
Firewolf (and Neno) out!
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The Burning Flames
FantasyDiscontinued I will no longer be updating this book because I wrote this with a friend when I was around 12 or older Idk I don't like it so might be re making but idk?
