TW: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SCENES OF ABUSE AND MENTIONS OF SUICIDE

Sephy's pov

I went come home late this evening. As I enter my house, I try to be as quiet as possible. I tiptoe up the stairs but the last step creaks. Crap.

A light switches on.
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MENTIONS OF ABUSE
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"Persephone Grace Orokpe, how DARE you enter my house at this time of night?", screams my mother. Her eyes are narrowed in anger and her hands are shaking in rage. In this moment she looks like a demon.

"WHAT MAKES YOU THINK YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO DISOBEY MY RULES?", she says while poking me in the chest.

I'm scared. My mother hasn't lost control like this for a long time, and I've forgotten how it feels like to be on the receiving end of her temper.

She wraps her fingers around my neck and begins to squeeze." Please stop mom", I begin to beg, my eyes steadily filling up wit tears. "Please".

Dark spots are beginning to appear in my vision and I'm starting to feel lightheaded. She finally releases my neck. I gasp for air and start coughing.

She leans in close and whispers "Don't let this happen again" before walking back to her room.
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ABUSE OVER
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I pick myself up off the ground and enter the room I share with my little sister Riley.

"Are you okay Sephy?" she asks, looking up at me with her big brown eyes. Unlike me, Riley isn't used to this. "Of course I'm fine" I say giving her a fake smile, "Now go back to bed". She hope back into bed, and within minutes is fast asleep.

I quickly enter the bathroom and switch on the light. I close my eyes and stand in front of the mirror. I'm terrified at what I might see. Hesitantly, I open my eyes. I whimper as I look in the mirror to see to hand-shaped bruises forming on my neck. I touch it and hiss as I feel the cuts from where her nails dug in.

I look awful. My eyes are bloodshot and red from crying and my once pristine outfit is messy and rumpled. I look a mess.

As I walk back into the room, I feel a seed of self-hatred starting to grow inside me. You could have stopped her. You're useless. You're a liability to everyone around you. You are the reason she's like this. And worst of all. It's all your fault.

Falling asleep that night I think to myself, wouldnt it be better to just disappear? To leave a world of sadness and despair behind? To cut my losses and take Kacy's way out?

I pick up my box of razors and pick one up. I take a good long look at it before putting it down again. Not yet. Something is holding me back. Something is telling me to keep going. No matter what.

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Unknown pov
I quickly type up what I want along with the photo and hit send. I sit back with a smirk and decide that it's time for me to leave again
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