A world to myself

A world to myself

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How much would it hurt me to kill me. How much would it hurt them if I killed me. Would they care. There is only one way to find out. But do I want to find out. I'm 16, I don't go to school. I don't have a family. Just four friends. I do have a story, a deeper story. I hate it, it makes me sad. The moral of the story, is, really: people don't take children seriously. -------------------------- The cushions are on the ground, teared open, feathers everywhere. The couch is toppled over. The mirror is gone. Pieces of glass, red stains on the wall, is that blood? Fear. I'm still afraid. What if someone took her. My mother always used to hang out with those bad guys. Used to date them, argue with them, fight them. They would win. I can't count how many times my mother got into fights with them, and they would hurt her badly, and they would also steal from us. She only wanted them for free drugs anyway. CHECK TW❗️❗️ Based on a true story
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I knew who my mate was the day I turned 16. It was my brothers best friend. Can you believe it? And I only had a second of happiness in knowing before he outright rejected me. It was horrible. But being raped and locked up only to have it repeat the next day was unbearable. That was what I had to go through just a few years ago, and after a couple of weeks, I turned up pregnant. I was innocent before all of that. And I had thought that was the end of my life. My parents wanted to get rid of 'it' the 'abomination' but she was mine, in all the best and worst ways. I kept her, my parents learned to accept her while I was still pregnant, my mom even cried when we first heard her heart beat. When I turned 18, I thought my life was getting better, but I was wrong. But maybe, just maybe it will get better for me and my daughter. Complete book on DREAME, Stary Writing, and FicFun.

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