Chapter 6

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Adalyn POV

*Nighttime*

Lightning up my blunt that I already rolled up before I got here. It was peaceful and quiet just to my liking.

I come here every time I feel down and it helps. Nothing could disturb me and I found that exciting since I'm always busy.

I was just standing in front of an abandon building. My phone and any other decides I had on myself was on silent or powered off.

Inhaling in the blunt trying to make it clog my lungs as I exhale, smoke coming from both my mouth and nose.

Smoking was never really a problem with me I face when I'm high it feels like all my problems just disappears in the world leaving me with a sense of relief. So throughout the years, it became a habit. Nothing out of the ordinary but you could just say it's my THERAPIST.

yes...my therapist

It's better than being forced to answered millions of questions from people who barely even experience the things I've been through.

When I was staying with Mario, I really did and almost succeeded in killing myself but a maid walked in and saw me laying in my own blood immediately dialing the ambulance. The voices in my head became greedier and I wanted to fulfilled in keeping them quiet.

Mario caught a frights and assigned me to my first therapist ever. The motherfucker was annoying and tried to forced the answer out of me. I got rid of him along with the other two. He stopped after that and decided to leave me be which I am very thankful for.

I couldn't deny and say he wasn't good a good father figure in my life because he was. Actually better than what my biological father ever treated me. I have hate towards him for being so blindsided in love with my mother.

Oh how I hate her as tears went by I learned how to slowly forget about it but it always seems to reappear in my head.

I wanted her dead and plans on making it happened.

Not only her but my sister also but one thing for show is I'm going to have my mother blood in my hands. I know...psycho right or you might think I'm crazy but if you were in my situation and then you'll feel the anger I have towards her.

After a while of living on this hell hole on Earth, I realize that I don't need a family to feel complete. The ones that were supposed to be my parent was supposed to love me, cherish every moment I have with them and show me affection but it never came my way.

Snapping out of my thoughts, I sighed through my bag getting some white spray paint out.

Shaking the cans up, I then began spray painting on the once empty walls.

Stuffing my air pods in my ear before going on the Music app picking "Shuffle Playlist"

Music following inside my minds as I moved to the beat.

I'm always deep in my thoughts when it comes to spray painting. Nothing could catch my attention cause my focus is always going to be on one thing: Finishing my Work.

I was a troublemaker in school, still is today but that's not the point.

My first time going to school while staying with Mario, I encountered some trouble.

One day I decided to hang around peopel who wasn't my actual friends. I wanted to feel like I belong somewhere. I'm not nice, stuck up or anything.

I can't easily connect with normal people. They've never had a problem to faced in there life, well some. I always felt if being close friend with one I would always take them as an advantage to make my life happier then what it could have been. I really fit in with the people who have a past and been through something traumatizing. Therefore, I can easily relate to them much better.

I got caught for spray painting on a property while they all ranned away. I was not going to lie and say I wasn't scared. Luckily, Mario ain't had to pay since he had plenty of connections.

 Luckily, Mario ain't had to pay since he had plenty of connections

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(Pic of Her Work)

Stepping back I admired my work before dusting my hands on my pants.

"Put your hands up where I can see them"

Somebody must have snitch, I thought turning around with my hands at the back of my head.

Somebody must have snitch, I thought turning around with my hands at the back of my head

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