!! Warning !! This is a dramatised version of a real situation that happened when I was 4, but I re-told it as if my parents were still together now and if it was happening in my mordern day. (I’m 16) so some parts are extremely dramatic while others are made up, but this is for the most part is based on a true event. Also we are an Australian family so there is a lot of swearing.

“AYou’re a stupid fucking dog, neck yourself.” The first word that i hear waking up to a loud bang sound. I look at my phone. 5:30am. Ever since dad started working he’s been yelling more. I didn’t even think that was possible until now. I hear another bang. Fuuuuck. “Make your own fucking lunch dickhead.” My Mum screams. “I’m not your little fucking whore that makes you shit whenever you want.” Another bang. I can always hear them screaming at each other perfectly, even though my door is closed. I mean the walls are paper thin but it still surprises me. Before i have time to think my dad slams my bedroom door open. “Amelia can you come out here? I can’t deal with this stupid slut.” “Don’t talk to my daughter like that.” “She’s my fucking kid too, i can talk to her however i like.” His eyes pierce mine. “Hurry up.” I nod, getting up as quickly as I could. I follow my dad to the lounge room, Mum glaring at him. I sat on the couch and started pretending that I’m watching a blank TV. “Amelia go back to bed, it’s too early for you to be up.” My mum says calmly, but in a stern voice. “No Amelia stay.” My dad yelled back. “No, it’s too early for her to be up, and she shouldn’t have to deal with your shitty attitude.” My mum starts yelling. “Well maybe if you weren’t such a fucking whore and just made my lunch like i fucking asked you to, then maybe I wouldn’t be so shitty!” My dad sucks into the bong and blows out a puff of smoke in my direction. The smell of majiuana is extremely strong and i start coughing and my mum snatches it off him. “Why do you keep blowing smoke at her direction! She’s told you to stop for years now! And by the way, even if i did make your lunch you would still bitch and moan about it-“ “I’m gonna start getting ready for school!” I interrupt. The fight was starting to escalate and i didn’t want it to turn physical. I bolt to the bathroom and lock the door. I before i hop in the shower, i stand there, hoping, praying that they’re not going to fight like this when i get out. I finish my shower and I’m about to open the door to leave but something is stopping me. My dad should be long gone and my mum should be in her room getting ready, so why am I terrified? Even though i was shaking, i still opened my door and walked out of the bathroom. I observe the holes in the wall that’s near my bedroom. I look at my mum in her room, she’s staring back at me and calls me over, disgust filling her face. “It’s 6 o’clock, why are you getting ready for school?” She says sternly. “I…. Erm… just um… i wanna make sure i get to school on time!” I lied, she knew i was lying too. “I know that you get scared when we fight, but you don’t have the right.” My eyes widen, what does she mean I don’t have the right to be scared? “You didn’t have to sacrifice your youth for that man. You didn’t get pregnant at 19 and you weren’t forced to abandon your dream for a fucking kid you didn’t even want.” Shock filled my face as I feel my eyes get wetter. “…i know.” “I love you Amelia, but you ruined my youth, and what do you have to show for it? Your grades are the worst I’ve ever seen.” Her voice raises. “You’re barely home, you think working 30 hours a week is impressive, and you never bring your friends over, hell you never bring a boy over!” She stares at me, her eyes engulfed in rage as her face gives me the same disgusted look. “Let’s just say, if you died tomorrow, you’d have nothing to show for it. People will only remember you for being a little bitch that couldn’t stop crying and shaking.” She knees down to my eye level. “And that you’re the result of a teen pregnancy. Which still ties back to Me. Go back to your room and get to school. If you’re late you’re fucking dead. Got it?” She finishes. Tears are rolling down my face as I walk into my room and lock the door. Once it’s shut I start silently sobbing into my favourite plushie. I always tried for my parents, tried to be better for them, but as much as I try, they will never love me the way I want.

‼️TW‼️‼️ABUSE‼️

“Ow! Papa I’m sorry! I’m sorry papa! Please stop hurting me!” Ophelia screams as her Papa beats her to the ground in a bloody pool. “Papa please!” She screams as she vomits out blood. “Now you know what happens when you eat Papa’s leftovers, do you understand?” Her father says standing proud on top of her with his fists all bloody. “Papa it wasn’t me! I don’t even like your leftovers!” She says trying to defend herself before her Papa broke her nose. “Do NOT talk over me. I KNOW you ate it, your mother is always in the garden bed and your younger sister doesn’t leave her room. So, who does that leave?” He mocks her by pretending he is about to hit her before leaving the room. Ophelia lays almost lifeless on the floor. That were she lays for around and hour in a half. She gets up limping towards her and her sisters room. She sees her sister crying on the corner. She runs over to Ophelia putting her in an embrace and helping her to there shared mattresses on the floor before cuddling up together, shaking. The next mourning Ophelia and her sister were as quiet as a feather and walk outside in the frontyard. As they walk out they see that the flowers in there mothers garden bed have bloomed “I’ll see you after school mum!” Ophelia say putting more flowers down in front of her mothers stone and the flowers from the day before that and the day before that. They walk down the street and and look at each other. “And rambler if anyone asked about the welts on our face?” Ophelia says “… The bumblebees are out”

Not rlly the prompt but I really wanted to post this

‼️ TW ‼️ ‼️SELF HARM‼️

I watched the flame of ember melt my skin as the blood from my knife tripled down my body. 1… 2… 3… 4… I pulled the lighter away and stare at mark it left. I ignite the flames again and put it back to my skin. 1… 2… 3… 4… I turn off the lighter and hide it under my mattress. “Honey are you in there?” He says, his voice echoing in my head. “I’m coming, one second.” I stare at the knife on the floor that stained with blood. I pick it up and take it over to my Duchess and clean it off with a paper towel. as I do that, I glance at myself in the mirror. And I see the marks I’ve left on my body. The red dripping lines on my skin where my knife had greeted it. The red circles of hot flash that covered the remanding skin on my shoulders and thighs. What has that man done to me? Why have I done this? Why do I keep doing this to myself? I want to stop. I need to stop but I love seeing the blood run down my arms and legs and the burning feeling I get. I need to stop but the pain and the risk of being caught is adrenaline. It’s such a start in the rush for me. I need to stop but how would people know that I’ve struggled? How will people know that I’ve survived all these years after that man has done to me? I’m still fighting for that peace? I need to stop but I can’t.

In The womb, there were a set of twins, a boy and a girl. They rested happy there, but soon it was almost time to be born. Brother turns to look at sister. “Hey sister, are you scared?” She looks at him confused. “Scared of what brother?” “Birth, y’know, being born?” His sister looks at him again and chuckles “Why would I be scared of birth? Noting bad is going to happen.” “Well that’s kinda the thing I’m worried about sister, I’ve never doubted for a second that there is life. But now that I’m so close to it. I just- I don’t know! What if it just goes black! What if there is no life after birth?” Sisters mouth went from a humours smile it a blank line. She thinks for a second before turning back to Brother. “Well, we won’t know will we? Birth is apart of our existence, who knows! Maybe it will go black, but what if there is life after birth and we can see mother.” “But what if mother and father aren’t real?” “But what id they are? We can’t spend the rest of our time here wondering what happens next. We just need to hope for the best.” Brother thinks for a moment then nods “You’re right.” It’s almost time. “Are you still scared of birth?” Sisters says with a smile “A little bit, but I’m ready for whatever happens.”

I crawl through the cold, hard floor of the hospital. The lights are out and i set fire to my room so no one can come get me or find me. The smoke is dark and thick, it’s hard to find my way. My head smashes against a large door. I somehow mange to get myself to stand up on my numbs that I’m forced to call legs and crash the door open. The cool white light shinning in the sky as i admire the white shining dots in the dark purple sky. My hands guide my body as i feel spiky material under my palms, it was a dark green and it had these things sticking out of it. They were longer strands of the material, but with feathers at the tip of it. I crawl towards them as i get out a sigh. They detached from the strand and started dancing in the soft white light. I felt my body lift off the ground. I look behind me and see my featherless wings flapping and dancing with the strange feathers. My body turned around as i saw the place i once called home burn into nothing my ash. I move with the ash and sing the songs of the roaring flame. I grab the bones of my sisters and use them as an instrument to the song of the night. My vision may have been havled and i may not by able to walk with legs. But nothing will shake the feeling of flying the moonlight, with the hungry flames and the dance with nature.

!TW!

!Abuse, swearing, mention of SA!

I run from my house into the forest. My breath heavy with every step. “GET THE FUCK BACK HERE SLUT!” He screams, throwing a shattered bottle that only just missed my head by a few inches. I trip over my ankle length skirt and fall to my knees, i look back and see another bottle being thrown in my direction. I duck as the shattered class grazes my scalp and i feel a trickle of blood falling on my forehead. _Shit. _I look back once again and see him running towards me. I panic, adrenaline kicking in fast as i run through the forest. “You can’t run forever Adelia. I own you. Be a good bitch and come back to me.” Tears fall down my cheek, still running as fast as i can knowing this rush won’t last as long as i need it too. I look up at the dark trees as the rain makes my white gown nearly see through. I saw a large black log falling from the sky. My eyes widen as my body unconsciously moves from under it. It just misses me as i hear a blood curdling scream. I look behind me, terror filled me as i saw him. I saw his arms and legs in the air. His screams filling the whispering silence of the wind. I stared at him. I stared at him until the screaming stop. He’s dead. He’s finally dead. I’m free. I run away from the area. I don’t know how long i was running for. But I finally stopped when i got to a lake. It was beautiful. The water was crystal clear and the ripples danced in the glimmering pale moonlight. As i got closer to the lake, i saw stones come from beneath the water. I stop and hesitate for a second, before i stood on the stone. Once i did, 6 more stones appeared, one after the other until i saw a mirror. It was the first time i saw myself in a mirror in years. My skin was pale and smooth, my curly brown hair was at my waist, my dress long and flowy. The rain stopped when i took more steps, but as i did i noticed something was off. Every step i took it would alter my appearance. First step forward, my iris’s and pupils turned white. Second step, horns emerge from my forehead. then the third, then the forth, until t was nothing but a demon. I wanted to say that this is just a scam, its trying to scare me,but I don’t feel scared. For the first time in a long time I didn’t feel scared. My whole life I thought that it was my destiny to be an angel, to be nice and respectful. Not anymore. I finally learnt how to rip out the stitches of my wings that were forcefully sewn in my back. I look back on my past and memories. I can still feels his hands, his dirty dirt hands cross my body. Touching me. Begging for him to stop. Thats gone now. I can finally take revenge on not just him, but the person that put me in that situation. The person i looked up to the most. My god. My creator. My mother. She sold me off for a high, for a sweet treat. Im done with being the sweet treat that’s chewed up then spat out. This time I’m going to rot their teeth, clog their arteries. Its finally time for me to start pulling the strings.