This novel is made by BooksProphecy.
Yes, I know this book is weird.. but hey, this is just something I'm making along the way. It will be around 20 or so chapters? I'm not too sure yet. So, please read this if you want :)
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It all started three years ago. The beginning of ninth grade, mom and dad were on a trip to the Bahamas, all peaceful.. and I was watching Lily, my three year old sister at the time.. when Lily got murdered. Right in front of me. I was furious at myself, I didn't even try to save her, but of course, I was hurt. I had broken three ribs, fractured my left arm, broke my right ankle, and dislocated my shoulder... both of them. I had just thought that if I had been quicker, I could have saved her. But it was all too late. I was late.
Mom and dad were furious, and shut me out of their lives after they found her dead on the living room floor.
But of course, fourteen year old me thought it was okay to go downstairs when the parents were drinking that very night. They found me. They had beaten me till I was no longer concious. I was furious, shocked at the least, at the parents in front of me. They were no longer the parents I once knew. No, these were worse.. they were like pure demons. They beat me for pleasure, to get all of the hatred, and sorrow out. I was like their living punching bag. But it started getting worse as the months went by. I had started receiving cuts, and open wounds. Made by my very own parents.
But, the worst day was October. I was watching tv and all of a sudden, a piercing pain raked through my whole entire being. I was being dragged by my hair, to the car. I was tied and blind folded by an unknown person. But I had already suspected who and what it was. The only answer was, parents. They were doing this to me, they had always been doing this to me. So, by the time the car stopped, they had drug me out and onto the ground. I had a few minutes to actually try to figure out my surroundings. I had smelt salt in the air and had heard waves crashing against the land. I was at the beach, or the ocean if you'd call it. But, it only took me a few seconds to realize that I was going to be thrown into the raging, crashing waves.
As I had suspected, they picked me up, and threw me into the water. I had started falling, falling so fast that it had knocked the wind out of me. By the time I had reached the waters, I was already under, I couldn't see, or even swim. So I just layed there, wishing, hoping that someone would see me. They had to right? When I was on my last breath, I felt someone pick me up, and lay me against the sand. They had saved me. But I didn't know who it was, because after they had called the cops, they ran off. The only glimpse, I got was that they were a boy, and about the same age as me. Who was that kid? Will I see him later on? Was running through my head.
