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"I can't believe you, you little brat!" A man yelled at a little girl. The man had a stone cold face, and white hair, as well as wrinkles on his forehead and around his mouth. The little girl, on the other hand, looked almost as beautiful as a flower, but with scars all over herself. She had long light brown hair up in a ponytail with a bow to hold it up, almost pure white skin, and milk chocolate eyes that resembled the old man's eyes a lot, but they had tears falling down her cheeks.
The man had a book, a thick book, in his hands and had it over his head a bit. "You don't listen at all! You're not the child I want you to be!" The girl screamed out in pain as she was hit on the side of her face by the book. She knew she was going to have a bruise there now.
The girl tried to get away from the man, but he had grabbed her arm, quickly with an iron grip. The girl's eyes opened wide in fear as her head was bashed with a empty wine bottle, and she blacked out.
In the morning, the girl woke up in her room, on her bed curled up in the fetal position. Her head hurt like hell and the side of her face stung a bit. She remembered almost everything that happened last night, her father getting overly drunk, him grabbing a plate of foot and hurled it at her, grabbing a dictionary and hitting her with it, then the bottle of wine. Her hair was still a bit damp from the wine, and it reeked of the smell. Her body was stiff, and she didn't want to get up at all th-

My friend Marie always wrote what I saw in my dreams, as if she could peer into my mind at night. But besides my dreams/her stories, she wrote so well I was almost thinking I was there again, she's a good writer.
"Marie… you're in my dreams again…" I complained to her jokingly. Marie just laughed and took her papers away from me.
"Well, it's not like I try to be." She knew about my nightmares, the scars I'd get randomly after a new dream. "Any new ones?"
I knew what she meant and lifted my shirt lightly so she could see my back. There were a few lines on my back, criss-crossing from the book, plate, and wine bottle. Marie nodded and I pull my shirt back down and she gasped.
"Dude! You have a bruise on your cheek!" She yelled and I screamed lightly as I ran to the closest bathroom on the school campus, covering my cheeks, unsure which cheek was bruised.
I was glad that the other girls were leaving the bathroom as I entered. I went straight to the mirror and saw a horrid sight. On my left cheek was a yellowed and black bruise. Marie's outburst comment on my cheek made me forget my backpack by her with my cover up in it. As horrified as I was, I was started to get scared of these dreams, even more than when they first started four months ago. 'Why is this happening to me?' I thought to myself.
I was crying now, and Marie came in with my backpack. She was the only one who actually seemed to be okay with me since I moved to Palm Bay, Florida. "Here I think you need this again…" She said, handing me my cover up now. She's the only person in all of Palm Bay who I've met that had a bi-polar personality… I say personality because one moment she could be a mean girl with makeup, or a skateboard, then next she's someone else completely. With Marie's ever changing color eyes, she was probably a Mary Sue right now, blue eyes as calm and soft as anything could ever get.
I grabbed my cover up and put it on my face. "I don't know what's going on M… I'm starting to get scared… and I can't stand it anymore…" I complained to her and she put an arm around my shoulder gently. Her way of saying; she was sorry and hoped everything was okay for me.

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"I can't believe you, you little brat!" A man yelled at a little girl. The man had a stone cold face, and white hair, as well as wrinkles on his forehead and around his mouth. The little girl, on the other hand, looked almost as beautiful as a flower, but with scars all over herself. She had long light brown hair up in a ponytail with a bow to hold it up, almost pure white skin, and milk chocolate eyes that resembled the old man's eyes a lot, but they had tears falling down her cheeks.
The man had a book, a thick book, in his hands and had it over his head a bit. "You don't listen at all! You're not the child I want you to be!" The girl screamed out in pain as she was hit on the side of her face by the book. She knew she was going to have a bruise there now.
The girl tried to get away from the man, but he had grabbed her arm, quickly with an iron grip. The girl's eyes opened wide in fear as her head was bashed with a empty wine bottle, and she blacked out.
In the morning, the girl woke up in her room, on her bed curled up in the fetal position. Her head hurt like hell and the side of her face stung a bit. She remembered almost everything that happened last night, her father getting overly drunk, him grabbing a plate of foot and hurled it at her, grabbing a dictionary and hitting her with it, then the bottle of wine. Her hair was still a bit damp from the wine, and it reeked of the smell. Her body was stiff, and she didn't want to get up at all th-

My friend Marie always wrote what I saw in my dreams, as if she could peer into my mind at night. But besides my dreams/her stories, she wrote so well I was almost thinking I was there again, she's a good writer.
"Marie… you're in my dreams again…" I complained to her jokingly. Marie just laughed and took her papers away from me.
"Well, it's not like I try to be." She knew about my nightmares, the scars I'd get randomly after a new dream. "Any new ones?"
I knew what she meant and lifted my shirt lightly so she could see my back. There were a few lines on my back, criss-crossing from the book, plate, and wine bottle. Marie nodded and I pull my shirt back down and she gasped.
"Dude! You have a bruise on your cheek!" She yelled and I screamed lightly as I ran to the closest bathroom on the school campus, covering my cheeks, unsure which cheek was bruised.
I was glad that the other girls were leaving the bathroom as I entered. I went straight to the mirror and saw a horrid sight. On my left cheek was a yellowed and black bruise. Marie's outburst comment on my cheek made me forget my backpack by her with my cover up in it. As horrified as I was, I was started to get scared of these dreams, even more than when they first started four months ago. 'Why is this happening to me?' I thought to myself.
I was crying now, and Marie came in with my backpack. She was the only one who actually seemed to be okay with me since I moved to Palm Bay, Florida. "Here I think you need this again…" She said, handing me my cover up now. She's the only person in all of Palm Bay who I've met that had a bi-polar personality… I say personality because one moment she could be a mean girl with makeup, or a skateboard, then next she's someone else completely. With Marie's ever changing color eyes, she was probably a Mary Sue right now, blue eyes as calm and soft as anything could ever get.
I grabbed my cover up and put it on my face. "I don't know what's going on M… I'm starting to get scared… and I can't stand it anymore…" I complained to her and she put an arm around my shoulder gently. Her way of saying; she was sorry and hoped everything was okay for me.