"Be ready ," I tell myself as I look into my dirty broken mirror . Each crack each individual chip came from an outbreak . Came from someone , I only know who it came from . I miss my Mother's warm embrace at times like this , she would of protected me . "No one can be like me right?" "Am I really this alone , in this messed up big world ?" I put on repeat to ease the pain . No ice here just blood however they can not kill you , therefore they beat you until you bleed out just enough to keep you alive . Making you wish as if they would of killed you in the process .
Only if I stay then in two years I get out , out of this stupid fucking town . "Ring ring!" the loud noise crashes through my mind with the next line scars me for my life ." Hello operator give me Grace orphanage please." A brown haired woman says looking back at me packing what was left of my belongings after the crime scene had been over . My Mother pronounced dead my Father on trial . Leaving me a scared little girl waiting for a new home , bleach roaming the air from each blood splatter . I wished I could of ranway . Snapping me out of my thoughts Mrs.Robin came back in to get me , therefore it had become time to go down to the beating room . The walls were sound proof , the concrete floor covered in dried blood . Vomit in the corners why must society be like this? "Pronounce me dead please ." I say before she begins giving me a cold hard glare. Her eyes give me a chill like wind on a snow day , most kids would of played in the snow however we were never allowed to . Kids here were stuck inside cleaning , the heat here never worked well.
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Runaway
Teen FictionMarilyn Ashlee is an average female with a traumatic past that follows and haunts her . Marilyn at the time had been 16 years of age . Each mistake lead to a result and a life lesson . Her blood ran deep and cold each body she saw never did faze he...