"You're beautiful baby, from the outside in
Chase your dreams but always know
The road that will lead you home again
Go on, take on this old world but to me
You know you'll always...
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"how sad it is that someone with a life barely lived is ready to die" ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧
GRACIE STARED BLANKLY AT THE WALL her body aching as her dull eyes blinked boredly. The sounds of guards entering her room simply makes her head turn, not feeling fear
Not feeling anything
She merely watched as one removed his gun from his holder, his arms shook as the gun aimed at her head. The blonde tilted her head slightly.
The sound of an alarm blaring caused the guards to freeze. The guards skin to blister screams of agony filled the room as Gracie watched unflinchingly.
The doors to the room flung open and her Aunt who seemed to be followed her mother and her father.
Bellamy doesn't waste a single minute as he grabs his daughter and clasps his hands on her cheeks. His mouth let's out a small watery laugh "You never listen to me do you."
His response is silence. His eyes flickered over her and smile is replaced by frown "What did they do to you sweetheart." She doesn't reply her dull eyes staring blankly up at him.
"Kill me Daddy."
Bellamy's eyes widen and he shared looks with the two other females in the room. Gracie grabs a gun placing it her father's palm "Kill me." She whispers softly before it grows into a large shout "KILL ME. PLEASE!"
Bellamy's heart breaks at his daughter's outburst and he throws the gun down, his places his arms on her shoulder and bends down to her eye level "I'm going to fix you, sweetheart. I promise"
"I don't want to be fixed. I don't want to remember please." Her cries filled the room as she sobbed into her father's chest.
GRACIE SAT ON HER BED ONCE AGAIN STARING BLANKLY AT THE BOOK in front. The words not making sense to her. She could still smell the scent of semen. Semen that he left behind, along with the scars of her trauma.
Her skin was red and harsh from the scrubbing she did when she went for a shower.
She felt so dirty.
Gracie's head snapped towards her door as her mother came in. Sitting on her bed "I'm leaving Gracie." The younger blonde's eyes widened slightly but her face remained impassive. This unnerved Clarke and shifted uncomfortably on her daughter's bed "I've done things. Bad things. I-I can't be here-"
She stopped and eyed her daughter curiously, the fact that she had no reaction scared her. "What did they do to you, Gracie."
"They broke me." Gracie softly whispered before lying on her bed and facing away from her mother.
Gracie Blake has fought in a war but the war had won.
