Just My Luck

Just My Luck

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"I wish you were never fucking born!" Mother screams in my face. I step back in shock, feeling hurt. I feel like a knife just stabbed my heart. "Yeah? Well I never asked to be born! I would rather die than live like this!" I yell back. Just then, I feel a stinging sensation on my cheek, and blood running down the same spot. She hit me. I feel tears form in my eyes, and my throat tightens, signaling that I'm going to cry. I run up the stairs to my room and slam my door closed. My knees become weak and I fall to the ground. My back leans against the door, and I let out a loud sob. This is my life. This is my daily. This is what I'm forced to deal with. --------- Evelyn Scott. That's my name... though it sounds unfamiliar to me. I don't get called that by anyone, other than my teachers. Not many friends, and not much family. I live in constant fear for myself, and I don't suppose I could ever fully explain my life. It's hectic, but it's on a schedule. A schedule I've planned and produced myself, as a routine has been put to place from day to day. Father drinks at a specific time. Mother screams at a specific time. And me? Well... I just live through it. I get bullied, yeah. Though I hate calling it that. It's always the kids who feel like they have nothing to lose. But like I said... I just live through it. Don't pity me, but don't get used to what I'm saying either. I might cry out for help one day. I'm not sure yet. My parents just call me a "depressed and fucked up teen" and I don't blame them. I cause most of their harm. Most of my own, too. But that's okay. It's always okay, because to most, it doesn't matter. Warning: This contains very strong language and includes very sensitive and serious subjects such as abuse and negligence. If you are sensitive to this type of stuff, I wouldn't suggest reading this. Thank you and enjoy!
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'No, he didn't'. I was so shocked by the turn of events. Everything was going fine and then suddenly boom, everything turned upside down. I just couldn't believe this. What did he think of himself? 'Leave me alone.' I said firmly but his hold on me was so strong. I was struggling to get out of his bear hold but to no avail. 'Oh!! So, the poor lady thinks that I will leave her alone and just let her go free?' He had that evil laugh and boy, his breath stank. 'Man, you just signed your death warrant and I will do one favour on you.' No one messes with me. 'Ooooh, I am so scared that I almost peed my pants.' Again that idiotic laugh. I counted till 5 and then kicked right in his balls. I turned around and grabbed his hair from roots, jerked them so badly and then gave my hard elbow shot on his chin. Everything happened so fast for one moment he was standing and the other lying on floor wiggling. I charged at him with my cheetah speed, picked up a wooden rod and started hitting him wildly, 'You idiotic stinky breath was trying to steal my backpack. You are so dead.' 'Favour, favour, favour.' He was screaming in pain just after few seconds and was panting hard. I picked my paste from my bag and threw at him, 'Brush your teeth.' I was fuming. I turned around and saw him standing wide-eyed, 'Hi, I am Scarlett.' I smiled showing my 32 teeth. 'I am scared.' His look puzzled me. Starting date- November 5, 2019 Completed on - May 23, 2020 All Rights Reserved.

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