Hell

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Back in hell. I say goodbye to Miss Wood and thank her for the ride. I sling my bag over my shoulder and grab the painting. I was planning on giving it to Dan and Phil when I met them in two days. Two days. Wow. I then walk up the path to the house. I reluctantly open the door only to reveal my sister asleep on the couch. I tip toe up the stairs and wave towards my aunt to she knows im home before going into my room and locking the door immediately.

Lucky for me my aunt is quite wealthy. I have my own bathroom that can only be entered through my room, and I little mini fridge with food and drinks. Meaning I basically never had to leave my room.

My aunt gave my basically whatever I wanted after the incident. So of course I had a fricken mini fridge. I wasn't planning on leaving this room til Sunday to go to TATINOF. Thank go it was Friday today. But Friday only meant that it was beat up day. I walk into the bathroom after I set down my bag and painting and took my jacket off. I raise my shirt to reveal bruises and cuts littering my thin form. I hate this hell.

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