“Who wants to be with you? You're garbage!”
Words. Words are what can bring you up, fly high in the sky, or to the ground, rotting and burning in hell. They think she doesn’t know what pain feels like. They’re wrong. Her life at home is full of nothing but pain.
"You're ****** ugly. You'll never find love. No one will love you like me." Drew said as he held her throat against the wall.
"P-please stop! I-I love you." She coughed out.
"You deserve this. You're a ****, a *****, no one likes you!" He yelled, punching the blonde across the cheek.
"P-please..."