Mold.
This rusty bed smelled like mold, yet I still sat on it. Everytime I twitched, it creaked. I held my sister, Royalty, with my life. She's three but, I'm nine.
We just got adopted months after mother died, since then it's been hard. Instead of a loving family, we get an abusive half-demon for a guardian. He hurt me on a daily basis, but he never laid a finger on my sister.
I hated being here, I don't want to be me.
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I just don't wanna be Tommie.
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I KNOW IT'S SHORT XDD But yee, that is the starting point. :>
Bai
