This story is for the Abused silent and adopted writing contest by rocketthedreamer who is a good friend of mine so go check her out.
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Aya is a seventeen year old insomniac who has been in an orphanage since she was twelve her mothe...
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Ever since I was little my mom hated me.
It was just like, I wasn't good enough for her
She would always hit me to the ground and then say stuff like "get up and hit me back," and every time I would take a swing at her she would beat me twice as hard,
I felt so alive, the day she left me. she had beat me numb, and I was happy to leave.
The scent of vanilla filled my senses when the kind old woman opened the door.
"Oh hello honey do you need something," She asked
"Yeah a home can you help me"
She smiled warmly and said "I think we can arrange something"
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the next chapter will be longer please excuse spelling errors
