take the fight from the kid

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trigger warning : abuse, self harm, offensive language

Taylor POV

He saw me. I'm dead. I can't do this. He's coming towards me now. He has a bottle in his hand. Why does this have to happen to me. He dropped the bottle. He started screaming at me.

"You useless fag!"

"You killed your mother!"

"It's your fault she's gone!"

"No one loves you, you brat!"

"Go kill yourself, then I won't have to deal with you!"

He keeps screaming. He raises his fist. He swings his hand. He hits my jaw. He continues. He hits my stomach. I fall to the ground. He screams again.

"You weak little girl! Get up!"

I stay down. He grabs my arm tightly and pulls me up. He won't let go. "Let go please," I cry.

"Why should I?" he snarls.

He finally lets go. I run upstairs into my room. I close the door. Lock it. I collapse onto my bed. I cry more. I think. Everything he said was true. I killed my mother. She's gone because I was born. No one loves me. I am unlovable. Maybe I should just give up. I walk into my bathroom. I find the shiny silver blade in the back of my drawer. This blade is the only thing that loves me, but of course everything that loves me, is toxic.

trigger warning over

* Sorry for the short chapter. I wrote it in broken up/short sentences to make it have a more helpless, vulnerable, feel to it. I don't know if it worked, but I tried. I don't know if that last sentence makes any sense but its okayyyyy. Anyways! I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Thanks for reading! *

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