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You're a 19 year old girl that suffers from trauma back at home. No one knows anything about it at college or at work, you've never done anything to prevent it, besides the times you've tried. You've called cps dozens of times, but your parents just make up an excuse, it's even worse when you don't have proof and it's all yelling, nothing ever physical.
You're not rich but also aren't poor either, so when they visit your home, there's not anything to prove of anything being thrown or bruised, even when your parents throw things at you, they either make you clean it up or they clean it up immediately.
You were the quiet kid, the one who is misjudged and thought to have weapons in your bookbag even though you're just a kid that suffer things at home, kids don't speak to you because of this, they think you'll murder them or plan to with out realizing it.
You didn't involve yourself into any after school things or anything, so you never had any friends, neither as to relationships, you've always wanted to know what it's like to have someone to care or love you.
You've just had an argument with both of your parents, there was glass sheds all over the floor and blood on your hands. Your parents pushed you to the ground and made you clean it up.
When you were done cleaning, you decided to go on a walk to clean your mind and take a breather, it was dark outside and you could barely see where you were going. You've walked to a cliff and nearly fell as a thin tree branch picked up your shirt, it was going to break at any moment. You heard footsteps behind you and you feared that your parents came and found you, but a mysterious man walked up behind you, catching you before you've almost fallen, pulling you away and grabbing onto your hand,
He asked as he lead you away from the cliff, you could barely see the man due to the pitch black darkness surrounded in the night. He could feel your cuts on your hands and your hand was bleeding.
Are you okay, miss?
He asked as he lead you away from the cliff, you could barely see the man due to the pitch black darkness surrounded in the night. He could feel your cuts on your hands and your hand was bleeding.