Broken home
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"I felt how something crashed to the wall next to me. The pieces of the broken bottle fell down on me and I closed my eyes just for a moment. I opened them quickly again when someone shouted. My mom? Possibly my dad.. one of them two. I wanted to close my eyes just for another second when I felt a hand wrapped around my neck. I was barely breathing and too afraid to open my eyes. He yelled at me but I couldn't understand what he was saying. I felt a hit in my stomach and broke down to the floor. Someone was kicking at me. I tried to roll myself into a small ball but I didn't have the strength to do so. The last thing I remembered was everything turning black."
This story comprises abuse, self-harm, suicide thoughts and violence. please don't read it if you're not comfortable with that. keep yourself safe! Really bad parts I will highlight with this signs: ⚠️/⛔. I will also mark the end of a part like this with these signs. Also I wanted to remind that the whole story is about abuse and violence so please don't start reading if it triggers you! Take care of yourself and stay safe!
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