A/N:
Woohoo! The decade of all my chapters! Thanks to all of you who keep reading The Outcast! Gage would love that Rose's story is being supported ;D
Anywho, you know the deal; comment or fan~!
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Disoriented,
Dazed,
Confused,
Where am I?
Who is she?
Why do I feel this way?
Burning,
Pressure,
Stinging,
What did I do again?
What's going on?
Where is my Saviour?
Emotions are mixed,
But the pain is real.
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I was soaked with sweat, blood, and tears.
I hate her.
Hate her so much.
Glaring as fiercly as I could, I got up with trembling legs.
"I said stay on the ground!! You nasty whore!!"
A kick was delivered in my gut.
The air went out of me in a short blast.
I coughed, spitting out blood.
"I......" I tried to speak, but was so dehydrated, tired, and beaten up that I couldn't form any words.
"I think it's about time for me to finish you up. I'm getting tired of you prancing around here in these slutty skirts and tops- you little whore. You bring in too many men!!" She growled, pulling out a sleek knife that I had seen too many times to count.
"No...." I cried, tears streaming my bloody face.
What is she saying...? I don't wear that stuff- I never showed her Gage...
"Roseey- you've been bad." she sung, kneeling down to me and putting the blade to my throat.
I tried not to breathe.
All my hope is gone.
She pressed the knife tip closer to my throat, I felt the pressure worsen.
All my memories.
I remember them all.
But I feel no different then I did before.
"You're such a child- and a wimp." she muttered softly, tracing across my neck lightly with the knife.
I trembled.
"You never stood up to me. You never fight back. And that's what's so fun about you...you whore."
The knife was now at my shoulder, I stared at the knife, more afraid to look at Grandmother Rose than the blade that could slice me open.
"You're my relative.." I breathed, watching with fearful eyes, my fists clenched on the floor.
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