Learning to Love

Learning to Love

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My name is Rose, at least that's what I've always been called in school, at least for the last two years that I've been able to attend anyways. One-night I'm found by the police and taken to the Hospital, after learning where I was taken, I ran. I couldn't possibly ever be loved by anyone, I was just a mistake, an accident, wasn't supposed to live past my first birthday, and the fact that I had made it until I turned 12 (at least I think that's how old I am) was the greatest accomplishment of all right? I have read a lot of stories on this site and if someone thinks I copied a work please let me know. I'm trying not to copy but sometimes I forget if I've read my idea somewhere and that's how I came up with it or not. This is my first story and I'm just writing for fun, I'm only human so I'm sure there will be mistakes, and there will be no set time for updates, I'll try not to keep anyone waiting too long but I do have a life outside of Wattpad.
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He had rules for a reason, or thats what he said. I did something wrong I got punished. I spoke out of turn, I got punished. I looked at him or ate without permission, I got punished. Haven thats what they named me funny isn't it? Ironic really. They named me Haven because my mom would say I was her 'Safe Haven'. What a pile of shit that was. She left willingly, she didn't depart because of some tragic accident. My father didn't kill her. She left because she was a coward who didn't want kids. As soon as my older brother went to college she left. I knew she hated me. I was the product of her love with another man. A constant reminder that her life didn't work out the way it was planned. He who ever he was is a phantom in its own. A deep rooted fantasy never going to come true. My brother left, my mother left, my grandma ignored, and my father broke. They let me give up hope on escaping and then decided to play hero. But I haven't forgotten everything I went through. Guilt consumes my brother but I don't care, you don't get to leave and then buy a reprieve of trying to save someone who has been dead for years. Besides lets just be honest I reached my breaking point long ago.

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