A.N so this started out as a non-fanfiction emo story AND then became this…. So enjoy it, first Avenger story so sorry if it sucks.
Warning: abuse, cutting/suicide attempts, guyxguy, and more things that I shall write later.
Chapter 1: Freedom
Freedom, everyone in the US has freedom, but not me, but they are free.
Like a bird, the wind rushes through their hair as they fly.
But it's a joke a cruel, vicious joke…
I'm not free.
I'm caged, hidden away from the other birds.
I'm a bird; its wings clipped, beautiful white coat stained, with my own blood; sometimes my own doing.
Sometimes his, it's, the demons, the hunt me, for my coat.
The freedom I crave stolen from me.
I shall never be free; I'm clipped, hidden, caged, dirty.
I lie; it's so easy, way too easy.
"I'm fine, I just fell."
'Oh the limp?' I laugh I kicked the locker too hard, and then smile.
It's too easy; why is it so easy?
Masks are so easy to apply; coat over your face, a façade.
The pain is worse now as he slipped his dirty hands under my skirt.
Don't scream.
Don't scream.
Don't scream
I can't scream I repeated over and over again in my head.
Later after school, or hell, I walk home, passing the bridge.
The same on every day, the same path, but today it's different.
Stop, turn, climb, and jump.
I'm falling apart; my heart's scarcely beating as I fall.
I can fly.
I'm free.
For five seconds, but I'm free.
Freedom is perfect.
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I felt groggy when I tried to sit up "Ms. Stark?" an unknown voice said to my right. I wanted to turn, but there was a heavy weight on my chest. "Ms. Stark are you alright?" the voice was panicked; a nurse probably because my damn heart monitor was going off the charts. The beep was on going on and on, "Ms. Stark!" she yelled over and over again.
'Weird' I thought 'my name's Raylyn O'Malley' the world started to disappear 'who the hell is Ms. Stark?'
The voice called my name "Raylyn" and it triggered a memory. It wasn't a nurse this time, why would a nurse panic?
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Slapping my hands together, the chalk flowered around the air. The uneven bars glared at me when I raced towards them and lurched into my routine.
Flip.
Twist.
Pop.
The pain in my hands increased as the blisters pop as the twists came again and again. I fight through the pain; this is my safe haven. I'll run to this place in my head… is this my head? Or is this real? I don't remember.
Do I want to know?
I let go of the bar too spin, but I fell, again.
A light passed over my eyes and a voice called to me.
"Ms. Stark"
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Your Authoress": Heiyo! Fanfiction it's nice to finally post a story!... And get an account. Sorry if this story is not all that good… it's my first one.