You live in a house with your abusive father and your only friend, your cat. You've never been happy. Your mother left when you were 7. A masked figure soon makes you forget it all.
WARNING: Self harm, anxiety, depressive disorder, suicide attemp...
My eyes fluttered open and I turned to my side only to wince in pain, I look down at my bruises. My dad. He was pounding on my door shouting at me to wake up. I slowly and carefully got up and looked around. My walls we're (F/C) and my floors we're soft and tan colored. My cat walked by me and jumped onto my bed. She is orange and white, her name is Yang and she is my last hope. I slid my scarred feet across the floor and just before I reached to touch the door knob... BANG! He had opened the door and it slammed me onto the ground. I moaned in pain. "That's what you get for not listening to me, you whore. " He slurred. He stank of vodka and beer. He was wearing a stained sweatshirt and some old ripped jeans. The everyday wear. I got up and sighed, rubbing my head, only to find a slight amount of red liquid dripping down my finger. I walked past him and he smacked the back of my head. "Don't ignore me! " He shouted. I turned and nodded, knowing he was going to tell me to get ready. "Whatever.. " He walked away. I walked down to the bathroom and saw the clothes laying on the counter from last night. I slipped them on and walked out.
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I styled my hair (anyway you want) and I walked out the front door. I grabbed my razor and some bandages just in case. I silently walked down to the park and sat on the abandoned swing and I slowly push myself on it. I get out my phone and see the notification: (HugeCatLady27q0 followed you on instagram.) You dismissed it and got off the swing. Next-t thing y-you knooow...
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"She's out.. You owe me big time, alrighty big blue?" I said in a mocking tone to the phone. "Sure... And don't call me that, Link. " He replies. "Don't callme that. " I murmur back. I drag this... Girl... Back to the woods. Should I have some fun first?... Nahh.. I'll wait. I search her just to make sure she didn't have any photos of me or such. Nope. All I find is... A razor? Bandages? What the hell? I make sure to take a closer look and I take off her coat. Scars, scars, scars, scars. That's all I see. They were done by her. Ugh... He's gonna be mad. I.. Just won't tell him.
A/N
Hello lovelies! I hope you liked my first actual chapter from this story! And no this isn't my first book. I've had a lot more done in the past. Anyways goodbye!
