Bruises, cuts and scars

Bruises, cuts and scars

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Feb 16, 2017
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this story is about a girl that has terrible parents. A drug addict and a drunk. they like to beat their only daughter, luckily she has a great friend, who calls child protection services against the say of Dawn to protect her from her parents even if it means that they have to split. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ I walk down the dreary halls of my new school ignoring everyone's stare knowing they are all the same. focused on how to fit the newest fashions and trends, which poor lonely kid to pick on and which person to hang out with. I didn't want to be anything like them so I kept my head down walking in a straight line only looking up to check where I was. Will my new life become any better? or will it be as bad as it was?
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They had both been dealt enough tragedy in their short teenaged lives, more than anyone should ever have to endure. Will two self destructive teens coming together do more harm than good? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I don't know what came over me. The poor guy just asked if he could help and I went all 'crazy psycho bitch' on his ass. I couldn't breath. I needed water. I needed air. Fuck why was is it so hot in here. Was it the fact that the moment his hand left my skin I felt an unbearable need to feel his touch again or was it hearing him ask if I needed help that made me feel helpless and broken once again. I didn't know what it was but I felt like I was suffocating, like the jersey I was wearing was strangling every ounce of oxygen from body. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ * This story had been reviewed recently. There are now added scenes and further edits - 2024 *

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