I was lost in thought and thinking about everything wrong with my life. My abusive father, my ex boyfriend who cheated on me, my mom dying because of me. I wish I was the one who died.
Everyone would be happy anyways. I sighed and waited for the bell to ring for school to be over.
When the bell rang, I sped out of class and straight to my locker to get my things.
Once I got my things I went straight for the door and ran home.
When I arrived home, I got my keys and went inside. I went up to my room and locker the door. I wish life was easier.
I dropped my bag on the ground and climbed into bed and went into deep sleep.
I am walking down a dark hallway. i want to stop walking and turn back around but my legs wouldn't stop walking down the dark hallway.
I have no idea where I'm going. The hallway came to an abrupt stop as I reached the end of the hall, there stood a wooden door.
The door squeaked open as I entered the room.
The door closed in a loud bang making jump in fear.
Once I entered the room, my legs continued to walk forward and the my legs stopped.
My body started to quiver in fear as my abusive father stood in front of me.
He had a knife in hand and a menacing look on his face.
Tears ran down my eyes. I wanted to run back and get the hell out of here, but my legs just couldn't move.
He stepped towards me.
Every step he takes makes my heart pound so hard my chest hurts. I stared at him wide eyed
I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs but I couldn't.
"Well, well, well... What do we have here?" He smirked. I gulped in fear.
Once he was a few steps away from me he placed the knife on his hand making motions on it. "Don't you ever run away from me." He said.
I wanted to yell out at him but i couldn't speak.
He stepped a few more steps towards me. Once his hot breath hit my neck, I could smell the alcohol in his breath.
"you'll regret what you did." And when he whispered that he plunged the knife to my heart.
I collapsed to the floor, blood coated the solid cold floor.
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My eyes snapped open as cold sweat and hot tears ran down my eyes.
What if he found me? Sobs escaped my mouth without warning.
Once i managed to stop the sobs, I wiped away the tears and went to the bathroom to take a shower.
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The New Girl (A Jelena Story)
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