She walked in and look around. Sonny darted his head and widened his eyes. I shook my head at him. I couldn't bring her in my room, because of the names, I couldn't bring her in the basement, the bathroom has bloodstained walls.....I could bring her on the roof ....it always calms me down.
I lead her outside to a small ladder and climbed. I sat on the roof and sighed. I really wanted to tell her.
"I hate my life." She said after a while.
Great.
I have a suicidal Brother and a friend who Hates her life.
Great.
I put just put my head down.
"You don't seem to talk much, but that's okay, if you need to tell me anything im always here."
"I hate my life too" I replied.
Mallory looked at me and nodded, "why?"
"I was adopted by a phsyco and my brother almost killed himself today and I have scars all over me and-"
I just realized what I said.
"Wait....scars..." Mallory said
"No...no...its...no, not like that."
Mallory didn't seem to belive me so I decided to tell the truth.
Easier said then done.
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Adopted
HorrorBeing adopted is hard, being adopted by a serial killer is even harder. Cover by: Verde56