Chained Rose

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"Hey mom, um I came to talk to you again since it's Christmas. It's been so long, it's nice to talk to someone who I can trust. I can't talk to dad or Felix, they both scare the crap out of me, I just wish I could've cashed in this post-it-note from 4 years ago, saying that you'd hug me whenever something bad went on at school"

 "Schools hard, making friends is easy the hard part I find is keeping them, Home is horrible, Dad always complains about things I do and if I wasn't the cause of something he still blames me. Felix is a bigger asshole than he was 5 years ago. so much has changed since you left, like a lot, like a lot a lot."

"Mom, why did you leave? You left without saying goodbye and Why did you marry that psychopath of a father? What did I do to deserve the pain I have today or the week, the month, the year?"

 Rose had finished talking to her mom, her grave that is. Rose stood there, the only sound emitting was the sobbing and rigid breathes of hers, reminiscing the time her family wasn't how it was at that very moment. 

 Her family before wasn't perfect but they made it work, her dad wasn't the abusive one he is now, her brother wasn't the bully she's come to fear at all, and the rest were all resting in their holes....in the cemetery that she was in right now. The way the family was assembled was the following at the top was her Mother, right after her came her grandpa and Grandma, and right after that was her dad and brother, and at the end of the chain was her. 

Now it's her dad and brother at the top the rest of the statuses are no longer there. They are gone, what is left of the family is just a small chunk. The only thing that hasn't changed was her role in the family, that is it, the rest is completely different, a foreign way of living. That includes in the morning her dad scolds at her for getting up a minute late [6:01] then beating her up as a punishment, her brother is her bully, calling her the worst possible names then slapping her....at school she gets a small break but not enough to calm herself or to stop crying from the pain of the morning. Sometimes she skips breakfast, sometimes even lunch, and sometimes for dinner she's In her room and the only thing she's eating is the bullshit that she has to suffer with everyday.

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Word count: 443

A/N any critism that will help better my writing will be accepted, thank you for reading.

Spear101~