PLAY SAD BEAUTIFUL TRAGIC BY TALOR SWIFT NOW!!!!
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•EDITED 1-4-16
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*Valerie's P.O.V*
When you imagine of a family, you think about a beautiful bond that the parents have with their children. A strong bond that can never be broke. Some families are just like that; others could care less about treating their child as even human. To me, I feel trapped like a long owned little slave. You see, I can't quite remember the last time I felt love from my own mother.
When I was eight years old, my parents got divorced. Soon after the divorce my mother started drinking everyday, and soon becoming an alcoholic. Every time she thought about my dad she would take out her anger on me. My older brother Cody would protect me and take the hits for me. He was my protecter, my hero. My mother loved to crush my self-esteem, to the point that it was daily. She would physically abuse me, either placing my hand on the stove, hitting me with any object she could find or even throwing me out the house in cold winter nights. She's also always told me what she really though of me, saying things like:
"You're worthless!"
"I wish you were never born!"
"No boy will ever want you!"
"You're a shitting little ugly whore!"
I would lock myself in my room and cry for hours and hours. I lived in fear that one day my mother would cross the line and end my life. Sometimes I would go to extremes and cut myself, it just relieved the pain that I had inside.
Cutting was the only way I made myself feel better, I enjoyed the pain. Most of the time I wanted to die, yeah I know. I tried committing suicide a couple of times before, but failed. Sometimes I wonder if I would ever escape this living hell I call home...
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*PRESENT TIME*
I rushed to my room, feeling her steps behind me; she was fast. I hurried and open my door as fast as I could, locking it before she could get an advantage on me. I sat in the corner of my room, hearing the slams the door made as she screamed, demanding for the door to be opened. I sat there, in fear. I was freezing cold, my whole body was wet, my hair all frizzy and my last pair of clothes all soaked.
Earlier today she wanted me to cook for her again, she couldn't be bother to cook for herself, as if denying to feed me wasn't already enough. I ended up spilling some water on the floor, at an attempt to clean up my own mess she decided to punish me. She grabbed my wrist tightly, pulling me to the backyard and grabbing the hose just so she could spray me with water and then processed to throw a rock at me, yes a rock, that's right. I had a huge bruise on my right arm, it's not like it's the only bruise on my body.
She though that wasn't enough, she tried to apprehend me but I wanted to defend myself. I kicked her hard enough for her lose her grip over me, I took the chance and ran to my room as fast as I could.
Now, after the banging stopped I went on to change my clothes, even though they were a little bit used but it didn't quite matter because she barely ever lets me wash my clothes anyways.
I crawled into my bed and went to sleep.
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I heard the alarm go off as my mother screamed at me to get my lazy ass up and leave her house already. I quickly got up, soon realizing the clothes I was wearing already were the only ones left. The rest of my clothes smelled so bad and perfume wouldn't even be close to disguise the horrendous smell. It didn't matter how I looked anyway, I'd still be an outcast anyway. I brushed my teeth and put my tangled hair in a bun, when I looked at the clock it was 6:50. I was going to be late for school.
I grabbed my phone and headphones and ran down stairs and quickly grabbed my book bag. I locked the door and ran to the bus stop.
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I walked into the building, pushing the doors open just for the warmth to greet my whole body. I felt sick to my stomach, I had a gut feeling that something was odd.
As I made my way through the hallway I was pushed to the cold hard floor. I looked up to see who had pushed me. When I saw their face it was no one other than Jack. Jack is my ex-boyfriend. He cheated on me with my best friend Mary, or should I say my ex-best friend.
They both broke my heart.
~*~FLASHBACK~*~
It was a Saturday night and Jack, Mary and I were watching a movie. I felt a little bit cold so I got up and went up stairs to go get my hoodie.
It took me about 2 minutes to find it and when I walked down stairs I saw to my surprise my best friend making out with my boyfriend. I was shocked when I saw them, my anger took over my body I couldn't take it anymore, I exploded.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!" I yelled with anger. Jack and Mary pushed each other way and turned around to looked at me.
"Valerie I'm so sorry it's just-," I cut off Mary.
"Please just stop, don't try to lie to me. I don't want drama right now, just please both of you go and don't talk to me ever again, and Jack...we're over." I said in a calm voice trying not to let my anger control me. Jack and Mary just looked at me and left.
After they left I walked to my room and locked the door. I walked to my bed and laid there, then I finally broke down.
"Why would they do this to me? Why?" I asked myself with tears rolling down my cheeks.
I stared to cry out my pain and then I closed my eyes hopping that I would wake up to a better life and hoping that my mother wasn't abusive any more, that my dad never left us, but I know that it was never going to happen. I would always have a terrible life. I would probably die alone because I would never find the right guy.
~*~END OF FLASHBACK~*~
"Hey next time watch were you're going loser." Jack sneered and then walked away. I got up and walked to my class.
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I had no where to sit and no friends to talk to, all of my friends either moved away or left me for the popular kids. I had lunch alone, I looked at the table that was filled with all of my friends that left, especially my ex-best friend, Mary, and my ex-boyfriend, Jack.
Mary and Jack were dating and they would always kiss in the hallway every time I walked by. I hated everything about my life.
I just couldn't wait for school to finally be over so I could no longer be bullied and beaten by the people that I once called my "friends", I was waiting for summer to come.
*LATER*
The bell finally rang, after watching the clock slowly count down to summer vacation. Everyone rushed out the classrooms and ran out to say their final goodbyes to their friends, I just walked to my bus.
~2 Months later~
Summer was almost over and I was just laying on my bed watching TV when I got a text. I looked at my phone, it was a text from my brother Cody.
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( V= Valerie C= Cody )
C- Hey val, what's up?
V- Nothing just watching TV.
C- Hey I got great news that you're going to love.
V- What is it?
C- Well, I was looking at an apartment and the rent was pretty good so I paid for the apartment and well....IT'S YOUR'S NOW!!!
V- Wait, WHAT?!
C- Now you can finally move out and start a new life, YOU'RE WELCOME!
V- THAT'S AWSOME!!
C- I KNOW!!
V- But wait, don't you live in Canada?
C- Yeah don't worry I'll come and get you, just start packing I'll be there on Saturday, okay? I have to go now, bye!
V- Bye!
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I couldn't believe it, was I really moving to Canada? Me? Oh my gosh...
A/N
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