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roaned as it rang aga

e alarm clock an

d and I winced. I took my hand up and checked my wrist.. I saw the red thick line circling it, the painful lines was m

ms. Anger.

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first time. I just hope

ed to my window, stared out through the binders and sighed. My eyes were heavy with

be good, at least be

money; which most times ends up being collected, to the long minutes I spend walking to sch

octurnally and when they do I feel unimportant, juvenile and pretty mad at

t easy; life just doesn't go smooth for everyone..But Jason has a way of wiping my sorrows for the moment, knowing that

not romantically entangled and well, will not be physic

window.. The morning encourages me cos when they come, school comes and when schoo

why I try to hide the scars, pull up a smile even though the pains beneath it are crushing, and then I try to move along and not feel different but happy when I'm with them.. Moreover, my life isn't the type to be envious about, it's the type you'd wish never to have. Few a time, Martha had seen the scars, purple wound, red bumps and a peek of some burns and she

m not a fashion-person, I'm just a random teenager who only thinks of surviving and have no time for

d it was empty, that means Allan's still asleep or away and I have the morning to myself, I sighed gratefully and walked to the kitchen.. I opened the fridge and grabb

my insides, sending a sudden shiver to my spine

shallow breaths then opened the

like my little sparkles of

He smirked and started coming towards me. A cup

iva and watched

caged me with his free hand; the one that didn't hold the

t now! My i

He asked, his coffee-d b

I.. It didn

thing that happens when you have no self defense, I kept mute and he ch

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ong to sneak out

ous repeated to me, l

lizing that now because he has never treated m

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He loosened it and I felt the tears building up, he reached up to my shoulder and drew the robe down from that side.. Leaving my shoulder and a litt

e letting them out releases the stress and that tight grief that biles up in your

s when I felt his palms pressing my shoulders.. He made a circle with his index finger and in a flash I felt a hot burning li

g for an inner place to dwell and as it crawled deeper, it

pt burning and itching and ignorantly, like a slave begging to be freed, a tear fell from my eye and roll

working and aggravating the pains I was feeling. I shut my eyes and felt him licking my skin after taking in the coffee he had poured on me. His te

g of inferiority juggled up in my system and I breathed in.. First holding the other tears that threatened to fall and secondly preventing myse

eyes and in a swift moment I felt a light slice on my soggy, reddened ski

p the pocket knife which had my blood on the blades, he drew my robe up to cover my naked shoulder and tied the robe, I could

him. That anger was bare because even though there was a thousand and

uld do" he said,

k, helpless and a tool for his satisfaction and wicked urges and then at him for being m

be, grabbed my shreds and ran

ing itself apart from it by the cut, blood resting on the surface. The circles were swollen and the slice made a bisection, reddening a little more of my skin, just a bit above my cleavage. I stood up and walked to the bathroom,

ed scissors.. I slowly and carefully cut out the dead skin and left the open wound. I added an antiseptic that stings like mad, to stop the blood and cleaned up the wound. W

s so late

f my foundation.. I took the brassiere away from m

hone, and walked out of my room.. I got to the sitting room and sighed out hi