(The song above is what rose was listening to when she walked home from school)
I walked in to find my mother slopped on the sofa, passed out with a can of beer on the coffee table. I boiled the kettle and made myself a cup of tea with one stale digestive biscuit. It was the only thing that I had eaten all day. I dragged myself up to my bedroom and sat on my bed, looking at my scars across my arms, shoulders, wrists and legs. It was a surprise that I had so many. This was my wall of shame and I wish that I'd never cut myself, even if it did help. My mother was now stomping up the stairs and I pretended to be asleep. My bedroom door creaked open and I heard her heavy breathing. Her warm breath sweeped my neck. It's was like she was vampire, analysing my blood flow. She punched me over and over. I just layers there and beared the pain.
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Dying inside
HorrorRose Black is a 13 year old, suicudal, depressed girl. Her mum hates her, and so does everyone else. She gets thrown out of her house and looks for family. On the way she meets Mason, an older rebel boy who leads her to a gang of rebellious teenager...
