Sweet Joanna

Sweet Joanna

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I live in a world where fear is my only emotion. Fearing that my crack of a mother will beat me until I can't feel my lower body. Fearing that everyone in my school will despise me. Even my teachers, they give me the lowest grade just to show their disgust towards me. Smack me too if they get the chance. I can't say that even after all those beating I'm still in a great piece. No, because my whole body is covered in bluish marks all over my body. Well folks those are the perks of having a murderer of a father. I thought I deserved everything they were doing to me. I thought I was the reason my father is a murderer. But all of that changed when Evo couldn't take it anymore. He made me realize that fear wasn't the only emotion I'm capable of feeling. He changed me. And now it was my turn to take control. #11 Vampire & #101 ((DISCLAIMER: I WAS 13 WHEN I WROTE THIS))
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My life has always been terrible. I was always bullied at school. I don't know why, it just seemed that people didn't like my presence. The guys would beat me up and I'd get in trouble when I defended myself, for the teachers never saw what they did. The girls would trick me, making me think they liked me and laughing at me because of it. I was always in the principle's office for one reason or another, but I wasn't a bad student. I actually got really good grades. To make matters worse, my mother wanted nothing to do with me. She'd lock me in the basement, sometimes for days, with no food or warmth. My father would then sneak down and beat me before raping me. So, naturally, I wanted to die. But, for some reason, I can't die. No matter what I do, I can't stay dead. The thing I want more than anything is far out of my reach. Why can't I just die? Warning: mention of rape, suicide, and abuse. Also, this is a boy's love story.

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