Home. The one place that I thought I was going to be safe.
After my parents died my brother got custody over me. That monster, had custody over me! I wanted to get emancipated but my social worker wouldn't let me because my brother told her I was suicidal.
I don't want to die! At least I think I don't.
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Scars #Wattys2017
Ficção AdolescenteYou watched me walk down the hallway, limping from yesterday's beating. You smirked at me watching me struggle. Me struggling gives you strength and it gives me weakness. You don't know the scars you give me. You don't know the scars I give to my se...
