" They're words. They mean whatever you interpret."
Elara Valenti, a seventeen year old girl just trying to get by. Well, get by killing, fighting, arrests and abuse.
Elara was taken at the mere age of two from her family, the Valenti's.
Or, the It...
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I woke up from a nightmare. No, a memory. I had gone to bed at like 12:30 and woke up at 3:00. I didn't get good sleep at all which is typical. And it was typical that I couldn't fall back asleep.
I was feeling extra tired this morning, though. So now, here I am scrolling through Instagram while glancing at the time. We have to leave for school at around 7:00 or something.
Right now, its 5:30 so I decided I would take a long shower to clean up and clear my head. I really needed to kill someone and get into a schedule. And I needed Noah.
Sighing, I got out of bed and headed for the bathroom. I rummaged through my clothes, pulling out my brown hoodie and light wash loose fit ripped jeans. I don't think my scars would be visible through this.
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(Without the bag)
I walked back towards my bathroom and turned the water on. I didn't look at myself in the mirror as I stripped and walked in the warm shower. I let the water run down my hair. Down my face, my body. My body where his hands have been. Where Jason's hands have been.
I finished up showering and got out, drying out my hair and body, wrapping the towel around myself. That's when I looked up at myself in the mirror. The marks on my neck were still there. Also the bruise on my cheek from Jason's punch was fading.
I sighed and dropped my towel, looking at my badly bruised ribs. Those would take a while to heal. It pained me to look at them but I made myself stare at the dark colored array of colors over my body until I felt nothing. No emotion, nothing. I shouldn't feel anything. I couldn't. I wouldn't.
I swallowed and quickly got dressed then blow-dried my hair. I left it down in its natural waves, not feeling like putting it up. Then I covered my visible bruises with makeup, took some pain killers and hoped everything would heal.
I had about forty-five minutes left before we had to head out. Sadly, it was the middle of the week which meant not a fresh start to a new week. I didn't care though. I wasn't planning on making any friends anyway.
I did a once over at myself in the mirror before finally grabbing my white AirForce's, phone and school bag that I had gotten at the mall. I walked down the stairs, hearing light chatter from the kitchen as I reached the bottom.
