A Light in my Personal Hell

A Light in my Personal Hell

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My life is hell. my mom died a year ago. my dad remarried, and no i'm not angry at that. the woman he married is-in better words- a slut. i'm 17 and even if i were 18 i couldn't leave. the only thing that makes me happy even for a little while is my little brother mason. which is four. if i were to leave he would get the abuse instead of me and i couldn't bare it. so i stay and take it all for him. and as if that wasn't enough i get bullied daily by Caroline and her sea hags. with two best friends and starting my last year in high school maybe this year will be better... hah! i couldn't even say that with a straight face. and the plus side is Barrington high gets new students *sigh* i'll never get out of this hell i'm damned here for the rest of my miserable life and there's no superman to save me from myself.
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"You are a worthless piece of trash! We should've gotten rid of you when we had the chance!" My abusive dad shouted, slapping me with all of his might. My name is Chloe Adams. Both of my parents have abused me my entire life. I'm covered in bruises, cuts, and burns from head to toe, but I've learned how to cover them up. Sometimes I wonder if I will ever escape this hell hole. "Yeah you should've." I agreed, whispering under my breath. "What was that!?" He yelled even louder than before. "N-Nothing." I stuttered, afraid of his reaction. I don't want to be pushed down the stairs again. The last time that happened, I broke my wrist. They didn't even take me to the hospital. I had to bandage it myself. "That's what I thought! Go fetch me a beer!" He ordered. There comes a moment when you don't want to stop. When you don't want to get better. You just don't care anymore. Read to find out how one small yet huge text can change Chloe's outlook on this magical journey we call life.

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