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WARNING: Contains violence, strong language, different types of abuse, and neglect.
Light filtered through the dusty window, sending patterns across the walls. Cobwebs seem to shake against the screams from above. A denim-styled backpack rested at the bottom of the stairs, its contents gutted and scattered throughout the staircase. A black composition notebook lied openly on the wooden steps, the sun shimmering on an open page.
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𝘔𝘪𝘴.𝘦𝘳.𝘺: 𝘈 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺.
𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘯: 𝘗𝘩𝘺𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘫𝘶𝘳𝘺.
𝘕𝘦.𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵: 𝘍𝘢𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘺.
𝘚𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥: 𝘍𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘭;𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥.
𝘈.𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦: 𝘏𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵.
𝘚𝘪𝘤𝘬: (𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯) 𝘍𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘶𝘯𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘰𝘶𝘴.
𝘋𝘪𝘳𝘵.𝘺: 𝘜𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦'𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘨𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦.
𝘔𝘦𝘳.𝘤𝘦.𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴: S̶h̶o̶w̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶n̶o̶ ̶m̶e̶r̶c̶y̶ ̶o̶r̶ ̶p̶i̶t̶y̶.̶. 𝘔𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦.
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