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Not Normal Anymore
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Ongoing, First published Nov 26, 2014
It wasnt always like this. I was just the normal 14 year old girl names Avery until it happened. It was only a year ago when it all happened. It was a normal saturday morning with mom, driving down the highway on our way to the pharmacy to pick up my dads flu medicine when a drunk driver slammed into the car crushing us against highway wall. Me and my mother were placed on stretchers and taken to the hospital. Although i was severly injured my mother was worse. I survived with scars to tell the story but sadly my mother passed on the next day. My father was never the same. He hated me due to me looking like my mother and he blamed himself. He drank heavily and i suffered beatings for everything.  I was the way he cooped. 
I remember a day, id just walked theough the door my dad who had obviously been waiting jumped and grabbed me by the shoulders from behind pulling me back and slamming me on the ground. He undid the button on my jeans as i struggled and pulled away, only to be slapped
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"You are a worthless piece of trash! We should've gotten rid of you when we had the chance!" My abusive dad shouted, slapping me with all of his might. My name is Chloe Adams. Both of my parents have abused me my entire life. I'm covered in bruises, cuts, and burns from head to toe, but I've learned how to cover them up. Sometimes I wonder if I will ever escape this hell hole. "Yeah you should've." I agreed, whispering under my breath. "What was that!?" He yelled even louder than before. "N-Nothing." I stuttered, afraid of his reaction. I don't want to be pushed down the stairs again. The last time that happened, I broke my wrist. They didn't even take me to the hospital. I had to bandage it myself. "That's what I thought! Go fetch me a beer!" He ordered. There comes a moment when you don't want to stop. When you don't want to get better. You just don't care anymore. Read to find out how one small yet huge text can change Chloe's outlook on this magical journey we call life.