15 year old Aria Harris grew up living with her drug-addict mother and her alcoholic boyfriend. However with her mom dying at Aria's young age, she soon gets put into an extremely abusive foster home.
What happens when her abusive foster father get...
It's now the next day and I woke up with a throbbing headache. I get out of bed and head to my bathroom where I then take a long cold shower.
Once I'm done I take two painkillers and make a few cuts for yesterdays event.
2 cuts for being a baby 4 cuts for having thoughts of John 10 cuts for not being strong enough
By the end, I was dripping blood down my arms. I had ran over old cuts which had opened up and are also bleeding. I quickly wash my arms and clean up the floor that has turned red and bandage up the open flesh. I then did my best to clean my burning and bubbling thigh. The burn had turned a mixture of purple, black, and green and revealed flesh. I can easily tell it's infected since the edges of the wound is brown and looks like it's crumbling in.
I look away from my thigh and let my towel drop to the floor. I stare into the mirror as my eyes start to sting and a very familiar warm liquid runs down my cheek. I look so..so....broken.
My whole body is different colors, ranging from deep reds, green, and yellows to blues, purple, and blacks. I can see each of my ribs sticking out and every bone in my body. Even though I know I'm sickly and deathly thin, I can't help but hear all their words in my head telling me how ugly and fat I am. My shoulders are uneven as I can easily tell which one is fractured, and don't even get me started on all of the words and scars that litter my body. There is isn't one patch of skin that isn't covered in a line, bruise or word. Most in which is down by John and Dan, but the sad thing is, is that more than half the lines on my body are done by myself. All the deep lines, some of which are now permanently a reddish brown and some of which are scabs or opened. They're all over the place. From my wrist to my shoulders, which then go down to my chest and stomach, which go down to my thighs, then legs, and then ankles. My whole body is covered.
Pealing my eyes away from the mirror. I force my burning and aching body to my closet to pick out an outfit. I find some baggy jeans and sweatshirt and through it on as carefully as I can.
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I then spray some perfume I found in my bathroom, grab my phone and head down stairs.
I really hope none of them want answers from what happened yesterday.
I walk to kitchen and see all of my brothers besides Rodrigo sitting down at the kitchen table. Even their friends are here. I make eye contact with Felix, but immediately look away and sit down. Right as I find my seat Rodrigo comes through the door not looking to happy.
"What's your problem?" Axel questioned him
"Aria's fucking social worker called telling me that she's dropping in for a surprise at home check. She's coming around noon." Rodrigo snapped.
My eyes go wide as I had forgotten her telling me that. When she comes they're probably going to tell her that they want to send me back. And I can't go back. I won't, I refuse. I'll simply run away and maybe go jump off a bridge while I'm at it.
