My Story of abuse

this is not really a story about me

Chapter 3

Long nights

~three months later~
I was running and running but she was right behind me with her dagger, laughing as always. I couldn't stand it anymore, I sat there covering my head with my hands waiting for my mum to finish my life. This would be my freedom.
"AAAHHH" i screamed. but it was just another nightmare. They don't leave me alone. I was in my bed, staring at my wheelchair.

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