True Hate

True Hate

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"Julia, we're leaving! Get your bag, and get your ass out the door!" "Izzy, don't speak to your sister like that, you know what she's going through" I heard my mum murmur, from the bottom of the stairs. "Mum, I know, but.. It's been three months. She's totally dragging this out!" Iz winged. I swung my bag over my shoulder and peered out on to another crappy day, with grey, crappy weather, living my sinfully crappy life.
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This is my first story, Regardless I hope you enjoy because it took a lot of effort, i'll give you a lil sneak peak.. Trigger warnings - abuse, drugs, sexual harassment, suic!d3 Life is a vicious cycle constantly throwing shit my way. Fuck my life. I thought as I brushed the broken glass into the dust pan and brush. The glass reminded me of my home, broken and in fixable, representing the pieces of our hearts after my mother died. suicide they said. Which is a load of bullshit because she didn't put that knife to her throat.

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