~Genevas POV~
I was walking down the cold dangerous streets of Detroit, about life. My childhood wasn't the ideal childhood by far I got picked on because of my weight, There would be many days that the only time I ate was at school.
But even then, the kids would constantly eat off my plate or dump it on me. I used to fight back but I just got tired of fighting back everyday just for the same thing to happen the next.
As I made my way up the raggedy wooden stairs to my house i said a silent prayer before opening the door. I tip toed my way all the way to my bed room as the darkness coated me until I heard the light switch flick.
" Where the hell your fat ass been, I told your hippo ass to get my groceries 3 hours ago it don't take that fucking long to get them and come back" Said my mother sstanding there holding a cigarette.
I was frozen scared of what would happen next I just stood there motionless .
" Um HELLOOO do your retarded ass speak english cause your dumbass is just standing there like I didn't ask you a question." Said my mothers annoying nagging voice.
" W-Well I w-went to g-get your groceries a-and t-they said y-your card was de-declined so t-t-they cut it and k-kicked m-me out" I stuttered.
" So where were you the rest of the time because I know nobody would wanna fuck your ugly fat ass. You know what I don't even care no more I should just beat your ass but I'm tired plus your make up is coming off. You might wanna cover that bruise again and make sure no one sees you this time I don't have time to be going back to your school because them nosy ass muthafuckas concerned." And with that she smirked and turned off the light, headed back to her room leaving behind a trail of smoke.
After I stepped in to my room I locked the door and let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in. I went to the bathroom in my room to see what she talking about and sure enough my foundation was coming off and the big purple bruise on my face was starting to show.
I silently cursed to myself as I wiped off all my make up took a nice long hot shower. After I got up put on my undergarments and slipped on an old night gown I borrowed from my friend Isabelle before she died. I slipped into mg bed turning my body so I could stare out the window.
As I slowly drifted off to sleep I started thinking about how life would be if Isabelle was still alive and my purpose of being on this earth.
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