Trigger

(my first story btw) I ran my fingers down my frail scarred arms, anticipating in fear of the next day, my pale skin shivered as a strand of my Auburn hair falls onto my shoulder where lay another bruise. See I wasn't all what you would call; fortunate. All my life I had been cycled through foster parent after foster parent, and only once had I actually found a family that I appreciated. now? Oh. Right now I'm in the hell hole my little foster sister calls a home. Stephanie and John treasure this little girl, and me, they couldn't give a crap about the troubled teen over here.. Me, Everly. I've been thinking for a while, but now I know Running away is my final resort to escaping this daze of horror, the amount of bruises, scars and wounds I have on my body is just the beginning of what they do to me here. Running a finger over every wound upon my body I drift off into a soft sleep, sadly; the most peace I get is at night.