Addicted

Addicted

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This story may contain graphic chapters, very descriptive. ************************************ A story about a young girl's life, and how she found comfort in drinking, sex, and drugs. Having no family, and barely any friends, she walks the world alone. Half of her wants a better life for herself, deep down inside. She never admits it because she barely gets that spark, but when she does it's amazing, she just doesn't know what she's good at. But the other half of her feels like she'll never be anything in life, that she'll be just how her mom was, trapped and helpless in this lifestyle. Will she ever get out of this addiction? Or will she continue to let herself suffer in the life she's been used too since she was born? Her addiction isn't just her drug, her addiction is the lifestyle she's living, and everyone knows breaking addictions aren't easy. ************************************ "Your name is Ocean?" "Yeah, why?" "That's so... unique?" "Yeah my mom wasn't creative, she probably wasn't even sober when I was born. She was most likely high off of everything possible. That explains me, right? Look at me."
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"Mommy?" I looked up from her arms and into her smile. "Yes, my little light?" She replied back, with a curious grin. Nothing but love, gentleness, and kind warmth on her sweet face. Six year old me stared into her glistening eyes. Eyes that could melt glaciers. Those eyes. "What is it my love?" She questioned again with an angelic smile. That damn smile. The sudden breeze pushed the windows to slam open against the walls, as the curtains flew up and the rose candle was blown out. The night crept in, invading my bedroom. My mother gasped with a frightened jump and called out my name. Frantically, she flipped the bedside lamp on when she heard no reply. Panic washed over her face as she kneeled beside her sweet little girl, now covered in a blood stained night gown, black eye and bloody lip. "Why did you let him hurt me, mommy?" My mother gasped and fell back onto her hands. Terrified, she stood and with no hesitation, made a dash for the door, leaving her baby girl in the dark corner. Her panicked attempt to leave the room came to a complete stop as she came to face the full length mirror. She stared back in horror, only it wasn't her looking back at her reflection. It was me -Kali emerges from her past that has left every piece of her in ruins. Her life was left shattered into a million pieces. With intentions of starting a new life, she feels like her past will never let her go. When starting over doesn't promise a new start, Kali's life is thrusted in and out of place.

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