I laided splattered on my own floor, blood oozing out of my wounds. Slowly and agonizing, my frail body shook as I dragged myself to the bathroom to clean my many wounds.
I hissed at the burning sensation from the rubbing alcohol on my wounds. I ran out of the attics to do my chores before I get beaten to a crisp by my Momma.
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My Home In The Attic
Teen FictionMy life used to be awesome! Mommy and Daddy loved each other and my sisters were very nice to me. Then when it was my third birthday something happened, I was sitting down eating my cake with Lucy and May (my sisters). Mommy and Daddy starting argui...
