I'm Afraid of the dark

I'm Afraid of the dark

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Hi my name is Elizabeth but my friends call me Lizzy. And I'm entering a stage where I'm afraid of the dark because my parents are divorced and when they were Together they beat me my father punched me my mother has pushed me down the stairs and I have so many scares on me I have lost count and I'm only 12 oh and now my dad is in jail my mom is a hooker and I'm in foster care. By the way for the people who know me this is not based on me it's based on a movie a saw
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I watched as my dad threw the bottle of beer at my mom, paralyzed. I watched the broken glass seeped into her skin deeper and deeper. I'm helpless. I watched him call her a slut. I watched him turn around to here him say I'm worthless. My eyes flicked back to my mom, only to see her pass out. _____________________________________This went on for years before he left my mum and 13 year old me. I have so many scars. Mentally and physically. It wasn't just this. Oh no, fate couldn't throw enough shit at me. They had to throw in one of my best friends dying in a car crash. The they were just like,'Eh, what the hell! Let's make her other friend leave her for the popular sluts!'. This was my life for 16 years. They bullied me. In every way possible. It started getting better. I moved to Britain. I made 5 new friends. Even more after that. My old self came back. There were a few bumps along the road. But it all got better. This was my life. This is Annabelle Yaw's story.

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