Mirabelle Alexandra Romano, a 17-year old girl who is being abused by her stepfather after her also abusive mother dies since she was 3 years old. Getting bullied in everyday life and getting beaten at home her life could not get any worse. But sud...
I woke up early today since my family is arriving today plus I have cramps so it's hurting like a bitch. Seriously my period hurts more than whatever John did to me.
I sighed and got up slowly, not only is my period hurting but also my whole body. My injuries didn't heal yet so today is gonna be shitty, I just know it.
I went to the bathroom and checked to make sure that I got it, and yup I did. I did my morning routine and put on a pad, of course can't just walk around bleeding like a zombie.
I then went to my closet to wear something nice. I need to impress them of course. After looking around for a bit I found an outfit and put it on. It was cold so it should keep me warm. I sprayed some perfume and added a couple rings
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A looked at the mirror one last time and put my phone in my coat pocket.
I made my way to Giovanni's room to get my laptop back so I could continue looking for jobs. His broke so he asked if he could borrow mine.
I knocked but he didn't answer. I knocked a couple more times but he still didn't answer. I decided to just go in. I went in and he wasn't inside so I started looking for my laptop. I saw it on the desk and beside it I saw three butterfly knives. I gasped.
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THESE ARE SO FREAKING COOL!!!
Where did he get them? My day is slightly better now. I'm taking them, I don't care he can get new ones. I took my laptop, put it in my room and started heading towards the kitchen where I heard voices.
My best friend taught me everything about guns and knives, we were younger but he was 1 year older than me. He's Spanish and we were literally attached to the hip, but one day he said that he had to go back to Spain.
My heart broke that day, not only was I losing my best friend , but also a person I considered my brother. It's been 4 years now and we haven't talked or seen each other since, but I hope he's doing well.
