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Stolen Streets
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Bersambung, Awal publikasi Mar 31, 2012
Why was I leaving? Where I lived had never exactly been considered home for me. I had always been itching to leave, ever since my mom had died. She had died in her sleep from drug overdose. I doubt my father even noticed she ever left us. If he did, he sure didn’t show it. I don’t think my father consisted of compassion. What bubbled inside him was mostly anger, which he constantly took out on me. I had been going through constant torture every day since my mom had died. I would wake up every morning to the gift of another beating. I was given new scars, bruises, broken bones, and cuts every day. Even though my father had only been intending to hurt me physically, he sure did hurt me emotionally, too. Boy did he mess with my head.
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I hate you !

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Today is my first day of a new school , I'm so happy that I didn't think anything could go wrong......but it did because life's a bitch . I was walking the hallways with my stuff that I got from the guidance office and I bump into a wall....no, not a wall....a living, breathing human . "Watch where you're going." He angrily muttered . I knew that voice anywhere. I looked up and saw him there, he stood tall in black jeans and a white t-shirt, staring at the ceiling . "Well, well, well, hello asshole." I said, glaring up at him. His eyes widened. "What the fuck are you doing here?!" He asked me. "Apparently bumping into you." I said. "I hate you!" He said. "So do I, but you know what they say... actions speak louder than words." I said punching him square in the face. He fell down holding his jaw. "I hope it hurt." I said. Then I casually walked away like nothing ever happened, hiding my bruised hand in my jacket pocket. [COMPLETED]