Pain, it was the only word I could use to describe myself. My teacher would scold me for joking about pain or for using such a bland word when they asked me to describe myself. They never once asked me why I used pain to describe myself, no one did because everyone already knew why. My boney figure, multiple scars, and broken limbs where enough to immediately tell anyone why. My father hated the very earth I stood on with every fiber of his being. My late mother who was a prostitute knew the wrath of my father better than anyone seeing as he killed her, in front of me, for doing her job "too much."
Any sensible child would have ran, and screamed for help but, I just had to be a hero. I ran into the bloody scene with a broken scissor in my hand. Shaking, grasping it tightly.I wanted to protect my mother like she protected me, to return the favor. He just smirked and grabbed the scissor out of my hand. My "father" slashed at me madly, screaming and I quote, "You look to much like your slut of a mother!" He cut my cheek creating a large bloody gash. My mother, Cecilia Mallory, was a respectable woman on the outside. A loving husband, daughter and a comfortable life. Before me, my parents were madly in love. I could tell it pained her to do this, in more ways than one, yet she got up out of her own pool of blood and started yelling insults at that man. That's when he killed her, with the scissor that I brought in. For the longest time during my upbringing I thought I killed her.
( im not changing the first chapter lmaoo i wrote this November 19 2018 this shit is staying 😤)
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The Dimension Hopper
Fantasy// i wrote this in 2018 though its not done i published it anyways lmao // Remember, names have meaning. This girl stopped going to school once the shine starts, its almost impossible for her to stop it. She can dimension hop, sounds fu...
