This story just popped into my head. So, I had to write it.
It has abuse in it. so be warned. I'm not sure how much exactly yet.
I'm gonna try to update everyday or every other day. No promises though.
enjoy.
Looking in the mirror as I applied make-up to my face. Gently patting at the bruises. One on my cheek the other around my eye.
I make sure to apply a hefty amount, so it covers the bruises. I don't want anyone to see. People at school think bad about me enough as it is.
I sneak around the corner when I leave the bathroom, making sure my mom, Renee, has left for work.
For some reason, unknown to me, my mother hates me. Okay I know why she hates me.
I'm the only child she was ever able to have, and I am the worst child she could have possible had.
My hair is a dull brown color, the only thing I like about it is that it's long and thick. My eyes match my hair, dull and brown. I'm short only five foot tall, and I weigh too much.
My mother makes sure she points out all my flaws while she's hitting me.
It's okay though, because I deserve everything she does to me.
I'm clumsy. I tend to drop things or run into things. Knock things over. I'm also forgetful.
Sometimes I forget that I already cook a meal once a week and end up cooking twice.
Renee doesn't like that very much.
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