I flipped through the pages in my sketchpad, looking at all the drawings on awe.
All the lies, all the pain, and all my memories, were living on the pages. I had drawn my life. I have been in the group home, since the accident.
So... give or take... six years. None of the kids were my age, but there were a couple that I liked. Duffy, who was twelve years old, was left on the doorsteps of the 'home, three months after she was born. She doesn't know who her parents are.
Lorraine-we all call her Lolo, cause she's crazy- she's ten. She and Duffy both have green eyes and brown hair, and they look alot alike-which is pretty wierd, since they aren't related at all.
Nathaniel was five, and the cutest little boy in the world.
He had dark brown hair, and dark blue eyes, framed with long, smokey colored lashes. My life was very different now thanks to them. I can speak. I loved the kids. And they loved me. That's all I need. Jessica and Liam were the owners of the house we lived in. They were very kind to us. I still have panic attacks, when I think of life without my parents, but I've learned to not let them control my actions anymore.
No more cutting.
No more lies.
No more pain.
I'm free.
Finally free to be me.
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Koda's POV
Whack!
Whack!
My head snapped backwards with the force of his punch, and started throbbing with pain. But that's okay. Pain makes you strong. Pain makes you forget. I started streetfighting, when I was fifteen. Just one more hit, and I'll forget. I think to myself. I have these major blackouts when I get angry. They're so bad, I don't even remember them the next day. And these blackouts, really help with winning. I've gotten so used to fighting, that there really isn't anything else I'm good at. Well.. other than volunteering at the vetrinary clinic. I heard a guffaw of laughter, as I got a hit to the stomach. Aww man.. Did I say that out loud? I could feel my adrenaline bursting theough my veins, and I knew it was time. I smirked, and stood up wincing. "Better luck next time boys." My world went dark, and that's when the screaming started.
What can I say?
We all have flaws.
We can all be freaks.
But in reality, we are all unique.
It's just self defense... after all.. They started it.
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The Girl Inside
RomanceThe girl with a hidden past, meets a boy with a certain future. Read to find out the story of two humans, lost in their own cages. Add a new boy to the mix, and it's a perfect recipe for disaster.
