I know this chapters a but shorter but I was struggling and I wnated to get it done. I feel like towards the end of it I was repeating myself quite a bit but I just kinda wanted to get the message of what Chloe is thinkign through...so yeah... I hope you like it...

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When I told mum she called Freddie straight back and talked to him for about an hour, we couldn't go back to the hospital now, but as soon as we could in the morning we would. The doctors said that they would do some tests to find out more in the morning but in the best case scenario right now it could be temporary paralysis, so she could hopefully get some feeling back within the next week and then start physiotherapy. In the worst case scenario she could be permanently paralysed, and would have to stay in a wheelchair for the rets of her life.

Mum didn't say too much after she put she phone down, she was tired and worried, she hated seeing anyone hurt, let alone anyone that she was close to, and she and Lindsey were very close.

At 5 o'clock after a few more failed hours of trying to get some sleep I decided to go and have a shower, there was nothign worng with being clean, that's what mum always said, when the boys moaned about me having 'really long' showers everyday. I think she was just thankful that not all of her children were complete slobs. Well, Ziggy wasn't a slob but he just spent hours in the bathroom putting different things in his hair and on his skin and it just got tedious. Sometimes I think he would be a better girl.

I started running the water and peeled my payjamas off. I tried not to look at my body, but I couldn't stop myself, the reflection that was shown in the mirror wasn't me anymore, it was disgusting, I was disgusting. All the bruises and marks, they were just proof. I let him do this to me. I didn't fight hard enough. I should've tried harder, if I did I could of got away but now, now I was disgusting, I was scarred and damaged. I wasn't Chloe Roscoe anymore, but then who was I? I really didn't know.

There was no way I was telling anyone about this. I didn't deserve their sympathy, I didn't deserve anything, I just deserved to be completely ignored, to be left alone. No one should care about me, there was no reason for them to car, I was just normal, no, I was less than that, I was nothing, and no one cares about nothing.

I stared at the coco pops in my bowl later that morning, I don't know why I had got them out in the first place. Other people needed them more than me, people that weren't nothing, people that weren't disgusting, people who deserved them. And that wasn't me.

Without a seond thought I chucked them in the bin. I wasn't allowed them, not right now, not anymore, that was all that mattered.

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