Torn Family Tree (REWRITE)

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TFW: Rape and Abuse mention.

I marked another day off of the calendar hanging on the wall. Today happened to be my seventeenth birthday.

"Happy birthday to me." I whispered to myself sarcastically

I had been locked in my Attic bedroom for almost a week now. I began paced my room, trying to find some way of distracting myself from the scene unfolding just below my feet in the parlor. My mother begged for mercy as my father viciously beat her. No matter how often it happened, I was never used to it. I may have been adopted, but that was still my mother. Nothing could change that. I hated that I could do nothing to help her. The cries and pleas suddenly stopped. The argument was over. I heard the stairs creak and my head snapped towards the direction of the door. It slammed open and my father stood in the doorway. He was holding a bottle of whiskey. He none to carefully placed the bottle on my desk. It immediately fell over splashing the brown liquid onto the dark wood floors. I watched as he drunkenly began to unbuckle his belt, dropping his pants onto the floor. I undressed myself, already knowing what was coming. I tried not to vomit as he sloppily kissed me. My mind drifted off, my body becoming numb.

I was standing in front of the mansion again. It looked old, decrepit, and abandoned. A few kids about my age walked past me. They stopped at the front door. One looked at another nervously and walked inside. The others followed. I don't know how long I stood there, but none of them ever came back out.

The sound of my bedroom door slamming caused me to return to reality, away from the peculiar mansion that invaded my dreams, away from the fields of roses with their unnatural colors, and away from the faceless men. I subconsciously walked into the bathroom attached to my bedroom, and turned the water on. The water was extremely hot, causing my paper white skin to turn red. After my shower I dressed in a pair of baggy blue sweatpants and a white T shirt and curled up on my bed, crying myself to sleep.

My mother woke me up an hour or so later, smiling sadly. It was still light outside meaning it was probably around 4 o'clock. She handed me a small cupcake.

"You will be able to go to school tomorrow."

The thought of going to school terrified me. The torment there wasn't as bad as at home, but it was still harsh. The name calling didn't bother me, it was more the physical
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I woke up at six. Everyone else in the house was asleep. I marked yet another day off of the calendar. It was only Wednesday. Quickly but silently I got dressed, in my usual dark attire. I looked out the window. The sun hadn't completely come up yet. I quietly walked through the house and out the front door. A normal person would look at the woods, notice how dark and uninviting they looked, and steer clear. I, on the other hand, walked right into them. The woods were my safe place. I was the only person in this small town who would dare enter them. Everyone always said there were murderers hidden within their depths. Not once have I seen anything of the sort. I walked farther into the woods and was startled at the sounds of crunching twigs to my left. My head snapped towards that direction. Nothing was there. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

"One. Two. Three. Four..."

More twigs snapped. My eyes shot open. Hanging from a tree directly in front of me was a body. This body belonged to my a friend of my brother. I felt a smile tug at my lips. This wasn't the first time I found a dead man in the woods. I found them quite often. They started to appear in late July, and it was early September. I walked closer to the body and rummaged through the pockets. I found thirty dollars in his jacket along with an iPod and a pair of headphones. It didn't matter if I got my fingerprints all over this 'crime scene'. The body would be gone by sundown, and he would just turn into another missing persons case. There was a bit of blood on my fingers. I licked it off, enjoying the metallic tang. I scrounged around in my bag until I found an old flask and a knife. I cut a fingertip off of the body and collected the blood in the flask.
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I walked into school, hiding the iPod, flask and cash in my bag. If anyone found them they would surely take it. Everyone loved to steal, beat, tease, and spit at me. Even the guys in this school beat on me. Weren't guys told to never his a lady? Am I not considered a lady in this town? I walked down the hallway and prepared myself to be slammed against lockers. The football captain was the first to see me. He slammed me against a locker and laughed with the rest of the team. The owner of that particular locker, the cheerleading captain, smacked me across the face. I did not waiver, and continued on to my first period class, government. As I walked in, dirty looks were shot at me, along with the usual names.

"Whore."

"Slut."

"Cunt."

"Bitch."

"Tramp."

"Skank."

These people really needed some new material. I took my usual seat in the back next to the window. I looked out at the woods until the bell rang signaling the start of class. The assignment was written on the blackboard. I spent the next 10 minutes working on it. When I finished I placed my head on the desk and drifted to sleep.

There was the mansion. Every time I closed my eyes I was standing in front of it. I tried to walk closer but was held at bay by... something. I tried to walk around the house but was met with another wall on either side of me. It was like I was in an invisible box. A figure in a black hoodie walked past me. Their face obstructed by a blue mask. Another came from the woods. Their white hoodie covered in red splotches, their long black hair covering their face. Both walked into the house, and didn't come back out for the time that I was there. A tall man wearing a black suite stood on the porch. His arms were very long and his skin ad white as my own. He had no face. What the fuck is this place? I waved to the faceless man and he waved back.

The bell rang snapping me back to the classroom from the mansion courtyard. I sighed and moved on to my next class.
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My day went like this: go to class, do the work, go to sleep, dream about the mansion and faceless man. I left school and walked into the woods as per the usual. I'm not sure how this happened but I tripped and hit my head against a rock. My vision blurred and darkened. I struggled to keep my eyes open. Finally I gave in and let the darkness consume me.

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Hello lovelies. I've revamped TFT. I would really appreciate your opinions. Thanks for your time!