Abondoned

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Cigarette burns dotted my arms as I winced in pain the feeling of my father pushing his fingers onto one of them with all of his strength, tears formed in my eyes and I screamed, begging him to stop.

"Shut up, useless brat." My father said as he slapped me across my left cheek, sending my head flying to the right.

I couldn't take it anymore, the physical and mental abuse is killing me, literally.

I snapped my head to the left as I heard the front door open, my mother emerging from it with an empty bottle of vodka in her left hand, and one of my father's belts in her right.

My eyes widened as I watched her swing her right hand towards me, the loud snap of a belt hitting skin echoing through our living room.

I tried to scream, but I couldn't; it was almost as if someone had tied my vocal chords, preventing any noise from leaving my lips.

That's when my father snatches the bottle out of my mother's left hand and smashes the bottle on top of my head, causing me to collapse to the ground, still bounded to the firm and broken down chair.

The feeling of crimson blood running down my bruised head.

As my father swung the busted bottle towards my stomach, everything came back to me.

My body jolted, waking me up from my dream that felt just like reality.

I pulled up my sleeves, revealing nothing but scars. Small circles showing where my father would press his cigarettes every time he would finish one.

My head pounding with anger. My body shaking at the thought of the past.
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Hi. Im Marisa. As you may know the story about my parents , I was 9 at that time.

I got taken away at age 10 from parents and was put in a orphanage. My parents though, they went to jail for child abuse and many accounts of public intoxication.

I am 15 years old and I love living in an orphanage. So clean, undisturbed, and the people are just so kind and helpful. Well, at least for me.

My best friend, Ethan, Has been with me all since I got put in this orphanage.

We have known each other since I was ten and he was eleven. No one has ever tried to adopt us, and i'm sad but happy at the same time.

My mother, was always drinking and beating me with her empty bottles and as for my dad, well, he was always the overly abusive one.

I hated both of them with my entire being. Sometimes, well always, I wonder how lucky I am to be alive and in an orphanage.

It's been my dream to live in an orphanage since I was six years old.

My parents were the one thing I didn't want to be around. They hated me.

I had never seen anything outside of my house. Not any buildings, sunlight and not even night time.

They always kept me locked in the basement in a tied chair. They only fed me a small piece of food once a day.

The worst part is, they didn't even let me out of my chair to go to the restroom!

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I hope
you guys enjoyed this chapter ! Im sorry its a bit short, but i hope you guys like it.

It will be so much better once we get passed all of this boring stuff :)

I will be posting every Mondays and Fridays so be alert 🤩
-jasmyn