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The thin line between black and white

The thin line between black and white

katastrophicwriter

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In a world where all Audrey had ever experienced was pain and abuse, meeting people who directed even the littlest bit of care or love unnerved her. Audrey saw the world as black and white , nothing in between, she saw Asher as a pretentious perfect chiché boy. But one thing Audrey forgets is that everyone has secrets , some more scarier than others. But when those secrets become a threat to Audrey's life does she flee a person that has shown her only love.

Chapter 1 Prologue

The shouts, the incessant screaming did not budge the resolve Peter had in having his way with me, suddenly I felt a sharp pain on my arm, and everything was hazy, I could only see the blood as a kick from Peter sent me sprawling on the floor , more kicks on my side followed, but I refused to let him see my pain, I refused to be weak because I knew that my pain would please him greatly.

Sounds became distinct, I could hear the dropping of blood as I lay on the cold tile, my whole body was on fire, this time around I was sure to die, so I didn't fight back because I knew that was what the world needed, me, dead.

The next thing I knew was an eerie silence, as I tried to sit up, a sharp pain buzzed through my head, I started trying to take in my surroundings and I realized that I was in the kitchen, stark naked. Peter had , had his way again and I was too weak to fight back as usual, I slowly stood up, staggering I made my way to my room, I entered the bathroom and ran the water, I felt disgusted, after bathing I still felt unclean, I took a razor and began to scrape my skin just to remove his touch, I fell to the floor crying, my resolve not to let Peter have his way again failed, my resolve never to cry failed, then I slit my wrist, the pain didn't measure to what I felt inside so I did it continuous till everything became black.

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