Behind The Fakery

Behind The Fakery

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17 year old Janea Hanson has been abused for as long as she can remember. At school, at home and everywhere else. With no friends, no parents to turn to and no boyfriend, how will she survive in a world full of ruthless people? *** I put my books back in my locker and started walking to the cafeteria, praying no-one would see me. But like every single time, luck was on a vacation and had been for a VERY long time. "Oy nerd, come 'ere!" I heard a familiar voice shout. I took a deep shaky breath and made my way over to the group of popular's. Aiden, the bad boy of school stood next to wrapped around Maddy, the evil girl. Typical. "Have you done the homework? You know what will happen if you haven't." Aiden warned. I swiftly nodded my head to answer both of his questions. "Well, too bad." Maddy sneered. She pushed me down hard and grinded her high heel against my stomach. I winced but Aiden stepped forward and slapped my face. "Don't make a sound!" He screeched at me and pulled my arm so hard that I heard a funny pop. Meanwhile, one of his friends kept kicking my side really hard.Then the bell rang. "That was just a warning, nerd." Aidan yelled as he walked away with his group. I was left lying on the floor in pain, all alone.
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╰┈➤ ❝ [I stood there in unequivocal revelation, the lagging pain slowly catching up with me, but before I could release a fraction of the pain into my screaming, a bell rang, and suddenly, pilfered from my body was the ability to move. My face neutral and my muscles disabled as I fell face-first into the hard, scathing rock that lay unmoved before me.] 》* 。 • ˚ ˚ ˛ * 。° 。 • ˚《 Imagine awakening in an environment you deemed unfamiliar, your back thrumming in pain, with your mind staying clear of how you ended up there or simply the moments that lead to your position. You try to find a way out and later realize that you can't even remember who you are; your memories purged, your identity unknown. It takes you a good amount of time, pain, and effort, and eventually you manage to gather tiny fragments of who you were along with the trauma of how you retrieved it, but it's okay, maybe it's all worth it as you finally make contact with another person. Turns out she was your best friend. Finally, it looks like all is turning up until you learn of all the inhumane things you've done in your past, things that evade your newfound morals, things that were so detrimental to society that when you hear the reason as to why you've been enduring such agony, you understand why. How many people did you even end up hurting? What did you do that was so bad, that it made millions wish the absolute worst of you? What will you do now?

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