A life worth living

My life before I ran away looked perfect, a house in the suburbs with a white picket fence, a decorated officer as a dad and a stay at home mother. But if you looked closer you could see the imperfections. You would see that the beer in our fridge would only last for a couple of days. You would see my mother, always trying to keep my dad happy. And you would see the burns on my skin, where the cigarettes had left there mark. But you would have to look hard, to see these imperfections. They weren’t on the surface, they where kept hidden like a deep dark secret.

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1. Who are you

 

 

A/N: I just wanted to give you a faire warning. There is going to be some scenes that contains drug use, and some that contains violance. So read on your own responsibility.   

 

 

 

“Who are you?” You asked.

 

“I don’t know.” I answered.

 

“Where do you live?” You asked.

 

“Around.” I answered.

 

“Do you like your life?” You asked.

 

“I wouldn’t wish it for my worst enemy.” I answered.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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