"Freja wake up." I heard my dad yell, well even if I tried to ignore it I'd still hear him anyway.
I mumbled a little 'ok' as I got up not wanting to start a screaming match that early.
I walked into my contacted bathroom and stared at myself in the mirror and barely recognized the girl staring back at me.
My hair was sticking out, puffy eyes, cheeks stained with tears and a scar that started from my hairline ending right over my lips.
Running, heavy breathing, dodging branches, jumping over logs. I looked behind for a second and tripped scraping my knee, my eyes filled with tears, fear washing over my body as I felt a massive hand cover my tiny mouth slightly suffocating me.
I gasped at the sudden flashback and washed my face with cold water as I shut my eyes tightly shaking my head. My hand made their way to my hair softly pulling on it as I took a deep breath and started the shower and stripped out of my pjs.
The cold water ran down my back as I looked at the water being drained. I ran my fingers over some old scars that was littered on my body and sighed grabbing my shampoo and starting my routine.
After I had my cold comforting shower I wrapped the towel around myself and walked into my room and pick an outfit.
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I should probably introduce myself. My name is Freja Quinn Robinson. I turned fifteen a few weeks ago. I'm from Manhattan, New York. My father and I moved here last week duo to a 'better job'. I'm an only child. I speak four languages: English(of course), Spanish, Russian and Arabic.
I then grabbed my bag and went down to the kitchen the grab my homemade granola bar and head to the front door, but before I could leave I heard my father call me.
"Yes dad." I said knowing that he will find something to argue with me about.
He looked me up and down with a frown. "Don't you want to cover up your scars?" He asked.
"I don't really care, папа." I said rolling my eyes.
"I think you should cover them or you can go back to your room and change." He said pointing at me.
"No папа, can't I just for once feel confident in my own body." I said slowly raising my voice. "Plus I'm pretty much covered, and if you don't like it why'd you buy it for me?" I said throwing my hands around.
