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Tear-stained cheeks, my mascara was now an ugly smudge after being ruined with all the crying I had been doing for the past hour. I could not recognize myself as I looked through the mirror. The more I stared at myself the more the tears. I could hear them in the next room. Their moans enraged me and made me feel like throwing up. I retched but nothing came out. 

Disgust is what I felt.


My life had turned out to be a chaotic mess and I wondered what I had done to deserve all that. I was a good person or so I believed.

I smiled through the pain and thought to myself that everything was going to be okay. I did not believe that myself but I had to tell myself to keep going or I would be stuck in a loop with my past trying to set myself free...

DAWN.

Flashes everywhere and I don't know what am searching for. Just that I know am looking for something but don't know what exactly. My hand is tiny and I don't understand how did I suddenly shrink or am I in another world where am still a child.

"Isabella hurry up",I hear Becca's groggy voice calling to me. I rush to where the voice is calling me from to find my sister sitted on the floor with a bleeding leg.

"What happened to you?", I ask her looking up at her innocent face.

"I was cut when I was playing with Ethan",she says sniffling obviously crying.

"Mum said that we shouldn't go out to play because it's cold outside look it's freezing let's go inside",I tell her as I help her stand up and we leave our play house.

"Why did you burn my doll?",I ask her.

"Because I lost mine ,you don't get to have one when I don't have mine",she says.

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