My Life and thoughts in stories

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One cold night Kayla lie awake. The screaming of her parents hadn't stopped and showed no signs of doing so. She'd been used to it, the constant war zone of a house she lived in. It wasn't not normal in their household. Sometimes, she'd try to intervene, but of course that had it's own consequences. She still had a rough mess of different purple and blue going down her arms, legs, and thighs from the last time. She'd put on a mask, hiding anything In plain sight with a long sweater, Jeans, socks or tights to cover anything else that could have stuck out. One thing she'd use was makeup. Makeup to hide the scars of a long day. Makeup so she would appear to be okay. However, the kids at school would call her all types of names. Some loosely based around it. The favored nickname to use was cake face. Referring to her use of makeup. Girls would snicker as she walked, boys would whisper. Anything you could ever imagine was said. She hated every second of it, the stares, remarks, insults, snickers. She was losing her mind at this point. She had had it. She snapped, frantically looking for the sleeping meds she had. She had gone mad, opening the cap and shoving a load of pills into her hand. Getting her water and preparing herself for the future she had chose. She began to lift up her hand. Before she could take any, she heard a notification from her phone. She let out a horse cry, moving to check it. One text just one "you matter to me, I know you have a lot going on, but just know I'm here for you". She let out another cry. dropping the pills, she began to sob. 

 One text. One text was all she needed. Eternal gratefulness went to that one person who helped without even knowing.