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The Morticians Daughter


3 Months Later;
Ambers POV;

I ran and ran,but he was gaining on me. "oi slut,get your ass here!!" he yelled,running after me.tears blurred my vison.someone pushed me to the ground.he's got me.ronen,tthe most popular person in school,and the captain of the football (rugby for all my fellow british people) team."you think you could escape the beating you get daily aye" he said,spit flowing from his mouth with every word he spoke.i just layed there crying.then he threw punch after punch after punch, for about 5 minutes then he got up and ran.i pulled my,weak,shaky body from the ground and stumbled back to the place that i should be calling home.
i fell through the front door and pulled my self up to my room,insults being thrown at me by my brother,my own twin.we used to be so close,but then my mother left and took our older brother with her. i dont really remember him,only that he loved classical music and rock music,he played violin,piano and guitar and her was short and had blue eyes.we were close as well.i try and remember him,every minute of everyday and try to think what he is doing right now with his life.does he remember me?

i ran into my room and straight to my dresser and found my only friend. i place the cold metal object to my wrist.one clean movement and the pain was gone.the names,the hat. it all went away. i went numb.
i sat there still for 10 minutes,letting the blood run domn my tiny pale wrist and the tears travel down my face.
i cleaned my arm up and put a bandage around my wrist.i then got changed into my pajamas,not bothering to clean off my make up.-http://www.polyvore.com/untitled_47/set?id=76292077.

6 hours later

ive had enough of this.im leaving.i got up and packed a duffel bag with all the things i needed and treasured the most.i didnt care if i was in my pajamas, i grabbed my bag and jumped out of my bedroom window,landing perfectly.being a gymnast really helps.i ran and ran and ran until i got to a park about 20 minutes drive from my house.i sat on a bench and cried.after about ten minutes of that i got out my notepade and started to write lyrics.tears still running lightly running down my cheeks.i felt a tap on my shoulder "are you okay,love?"i heard a familier voice ask. i looked up to see.....


please comment :)x


Update this please
I fully understand, dear! Whenever's best c:
I fully understand, dear! Whenever's best c:
i'll try but i got alot of personal problems at the moment.i promise i will try my best :)
Update as soon as you're able to c: