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Travis
"Hallow be thy name
thy kingdom come
thy will be done
on earth,
as it is in heaven.
Give us this day,
our daily bread
and forgive us our trespasses,
as we forgive those who trespass against us.
And lead us
not to temptation
but deliver us from evil.
Amen." I drew in a shakey breath.
My hands on the cold ceramic sink, staring up in the mirror. Into my cold grey eyes that I for some reason could no longer recognize. One was swollen shut. A gash in my eyebrow steadily dripped dark, crimson blood.
Not even ten minutes ago, I laid helplessly on the floor of the living room. Father beat the Devil out of me.
He pulled my head back by my hair and slammed a closed fist into my face. I cried like a wimp. I begged him to stop.
Mother stayed put on the couch, too afraid to do anything about it.
I leaned forward to the mirror, examining my face carefully.
"Who even are you, fag?" I snarled out.
Who even are you?
What's your purpose?
My chest hurt. Breathing was a little rough. Every breath that came out rasped.
My throat, sore.
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This is very short, but heres a little Trav monologue to get me back into the flow of writing. See you all soon (;
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