'It won't be in vain
To swallow all of your pain
And learn to love what burns
And gather courage to return to'
That song is what I wake up to every morning. It helps me in some type of way to get over everything. But it's right, the devil may cry, well at least in my case.
I hop out my bed instantly regretting what I just did. On my floor was a piece of glass and let's just say that was not a pretty sight. I limp over to the bathroom to get my First-Aid Kit.
I sit on my counter and take out the tweezers from the kit. I hesitate to take it out, but I have did it before.
I just pull it out really fast biting my jaw to keep me from screaming and waking up my tormentors. I get a alcohol swab and clean the wound and silently cry while doing so. Then I stitch it up and walk out of my so called bathroom.
Actually my house is the biggest in my state of California. It's like a castle, but I get the basement since my grandmother died when I was 12. They all say it was my fault and in starting to believe every word.
I look at the clock and it is 7:15am. Damn, I was suppose to make breakfast at 6:00am. I guess I'm going to get it big today.
I quickly shove on my Minnie Mouse hoodie, black skinny jeans and pink vans. I put my hair in a pony tail, grab my book-bag and rush downstairs but I'm stop by a huge figure.
My dad.
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I'm Not Worth It
WerewolfIsabella Daisy Monroe. She's the girl that's quiet and sweet. Never harms even the smallest thing. Bullied and Broken, she doesn't really know what is left out there except her mate. That's the only thing keeping her going. What happened when Isabe...
