what they would call 'the devil girl'

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I woke up to my parents yelling..I looked at my clock it read 12:30. This late huh? I thought getting out of my bed and walking downstairs quietly and listened to my parents bickering and yelling, scared there talking about me..I decend from the stairs and spoke in a quiet and small voice "momma? Daddy?  Why are you fighting?" I asked tilting my head to the side my black hair falling to the side. " GO TO YOUR ROOM!" my mothers voice boomed, making me flinch and tear up running to my room slamming the door behind me. I cried wondering why momma and daddy hated and despised me, I sniffled and curled in a ball I heard the one word I hated come from down stairs "SHES A DISGRACE! A DEVILS DOING" my mother's voice boomed making me cry harder. "SHES A DEVILS DEMON!" my father's voice boomed fille by the slamming of a door my father leaving most likely to go get drunk. I cried trying hard to keep it down fearing my mother would come and  hurt me if I got to loud remembering the bruises on my arms and legs from the other night. I cried myself to sleep that night, my pillow wet from my tears and bags forming under my red swollen eyes from the neglecting of sleep and night terrors that never seem to go away from my mind repeating them over and over in my sleep like a broken record playing on repeat.

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