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Chapter one | part one My name is Molly Jackson. I was Thirteen when my father went to prison, Your probally wondering why, Because he abused me and my two sisters Ali and Gina.
Bella, On one damp and darkend day, Bella's boyfriend took his love away. Down the road and out of town. He left her for this girl Janice Brown.
Chapt 3, part 1 --------- through Martha's eyes----------------- I herd the yelps and cries of pain through the door. Then suddenly there was silence. Nothing. I burst into the room.
A true story... "Best you don't tell anyone, it'll be a secret-mine & yours.
My head was still buzzing when I arrived home that night . I couldn't believe what I had just done , was I slowly losing the run of myself at my age . maybe so butI didn't care .
Teddy, I've been bad again, My mummy told me so; I'm not quite sure what I did wrong, But I thought that you might know.
Chapter 2, part 1, --------- through lily's eyes--------------------- "what did they do?" Martha asks. I don't speak because I dont know why they did it.
You heard me, didn't you. You spoke back, didn't you. My heart broke, didn't it. ~~~~ Yes I heard you, love. Yes, I said many things. Not that I meant to. ~~~~ You watched me bleed, didn't you.
You and me. Me and you. A black, black night. A darkened room. Staring at each other. Your midnight eyes. Your heart is ice. Full of treacherous lies. Reflected in your face. Is the deepest hate.
There were excatly 253 lines on that face. I'd been staring for what seemed like hours at the old lady who lived across the street.
Why must that heart shaped stone pose upon my window payne. Stand there. Stay there. Be there. Remind me of the pain.
Daddy, why's your face all wet and red. Why's there blood under Mummy's nails. The screaming woke Teddy up And made him a-scared and pale. Who wished Death into the house And the other to Jesus' keep.
When her eyes first set upon him. Instant attraction was about to begin. He had to be hers, and she was to be his. Never had she ever felt like this. For a couple of months it was sweet.
She woke up in the morning, to find an empty pillow where he laid. Went down and drank a coffee, then finished off the other one she'd made.
Prologue Sam We entered the building and immediately all I could smell was drugs. Drugs. Blood. And fear. Malcolm I hit her again. And again.
Truth Hurts Part Twelve A hand covered my mouth as I screamed. "Shut up!" A guy yelled. Oh god... It was. "Mike. What the fuck. Let go of me!!" I screamed, pulling away.
A strike of a hand, that whips it's flesh, as it cuts deep into her worn mesh. The scars seep deep into her heart that bleed, to be pounded down, and never lead.
I would like to start by stating that this story is the end to a struggle with psychological problems from what I had written prior.
I set off through the fast falling snow, the bitter cold bit into my drying skin as the wind blew delicate white flakes to my face.
With open hands, palms up. She is honest. A parlor trick, a fine art. He takes them from her and turns them over. Chipped varnish, grazed and bruised.
18 hours of fear and pain 18 hours till someone came Promises of love that turned to dust Violence and pain, the bubble burst Threatened with knives, stick, scissors and gun Pushed and pulled,...
My dearest, my darling, Wakes on the floor. She gives me a look of disgust, And then starts to walk to the door. Insults are thrown, Hatred is shown.
“Tell me how much you're enjoying this” said Jacob as he was getting close to finishing his “duty” for the night. “More...” was heard from Mr.
It's late. She's tired. Wish she could sleep. Can't. The pounding footsteps sound outside the door. She hears the slamming of the basement door open, and shutters. He comes down the stairs.