The Boy Next Door (On hold)
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Última publicación jue, oct 23, 2014
"Hey." I turn to see who it was.
Jeremi.
I froze. He thinks I want to talk to him. I ignore him and open my front door and slam it and lock it and scream at the top of my lungs.
"I HATE YOU. I HATE YOU. " I run up the stairs to my bathroom and shut the door locking it as I go. I go through the sink drawers and find a razor blade. I bring it to my right wrist. One line, Two lines, Three lines, Four lines. I throw the blade across the room and bury my head in my hands. "What am I doing. " I look down at my arm and the blood that ran down my arm. I wipe the tears off of my face and walk over to the sink and wash off the cuts and weak them in a bandage and walk out of the bathroom. I take off my clothes and walk over to my closet and pull out an over sized T-shirt. I jumped on my bed and pull the covers on top of me and stare at the wall a bit. I wish I didn't have to witness and go through the things I went through growing up. I just want to be normal but I can't and I never will be. I tried. When I was with Jeremi I felt normal but now it's just gone with the wind. I push all the thoughts I could out of my mind but as I drifted off to sleep Jeremi was still heavy on mu heart and mind.
Will Ally let the memory and the horrifying incidents with her father push her away from the ones she loves or will she fight and conquer through all the hurt, pain, and the lies of others or will it all put her back into her into her shell?
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