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Legion Of The Black: Rebel Sisters

Wretched And Divine

“The Kingdom of God is inside you and all around you; not in a mansion of wood and stone. Split a piece of wood and God is there. Lift a stone and you will find God. ~The Prophet”

Essence’s POV:
7:00 beeps the alarm clock. I punched the button so it could shut up. Me and my younger sister, Rita, fought ourselves to get up for… what else? The Hellhole aka school. We both took our showers and we brushed our teeth. We got dressed after that. After applying our eyeliner, we got our stuff and walked past our parents. We didn’t care to say bye. We just walked to the bus stop.
Me and my sister suffered Hell all our lives. When I was 8 and Rita was 7, my biological father abused me verbally, physically, emotionally and sexually. But a year later, that bastard turned all of that to my sister. He left us afterwards. I was glad that he did. Then, my mother met Michael, our step-father. We wanted someone that we would call “Dad”. Instead, he was a control freak and a judging asshole. He judged me and Rita 24/7; only a month after their marriage and “mom” didn’t say anything about it; not even “leave them alone”. That same year when the abuse started, I suffered from anxiety, depression, ADD, ADHD and bipolar disorder. I started self-harming; I even had a history of drug abuse. I had thoughts and attempts on suicide. Rita helped me through it all, especially when one night I tried to kill myself in the bathroom by cutting and overdose on pills. She helped me through a lot. I was mad and happy that she saved me. I’ve recovered since and I’ve been clean for almost 4 years. I still have that anxiety and ADD. But ever since we entered high school, we both changed. My moods went from suicidal to homicidal, only for defense. Rita is doing what I did. I don’t know whether to blame myself or these fucking people. Every time I try to defend the one person who means so much to me, I get accused of bullying or knocking someone out, almost killing them. What would you do if you defended someone you love? More than words for fuck’s sake! If I can’t do it, if Rita can’t do it, if our friends can’t do it, then who the fuck would?! Me and Rita has been through it all. Abuse, depression, you name it. We thanked each other but we also had a love for bands, including Black Veil Brides. Both of us thought that we would be different and judge each other, we never did. You know what they say, a different face but on the same page.

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