Not all angels have wings
2
Mackenzie's pov~
But that was awhile ago.I'm 17 now and since then... Well let's just say it hasn't been the best. My dad ok I know what your thinking "did he die too!!??" Well no he didn't but he has a problem. Drugs and drinking.
I get out of bed and get dressed in(http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=105416949)I walk into the bathroom and brush my hair slowly. I suddenly get a sharp pane on my wrist. I look down and see its bleading. Tue blood drips down my wrist touching all of my scars, old and new, from last night. I sigh and get a bandaid. I wipe off my wrist and stick it on. "MACKENZIE WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!" I hear my dad yell. "Bathroom!" I yell back. I hear him stomp his way into the walk way of the bathroom. "Why are*hick* you hear *hick*" he says clearly drunk. "Oh ya'know I love hear soooo... Living?" I say back. " don't be a fucking smart*hick* ass!" He says slapping me. " then don't ask STUPID question!" I say pushing him out of my way. " you bitch!" He yells. "Whatever" I say under my breath. I door andk towards the door and slam the door once outside. I run down the sidewalk almost knocking myself and the person I ran into over. I look up and see a boy with curly hair and a blazer on. He laughs and says "are you okay love? Why are you crying?" "I'm *sniffle* fine" I say rudely. He gives me a weird look and hugs me. "Wh- why are you hugging me" Isay. "You need one." He says. I start to bawl and he just hugs mme. "Awe babe its alright" he says rubbing my back soothingly. "No it's not! My moms dead my dad abuses me! I should j-jusr diiee!" I say practically crying my eyes out. I feel him out something in my pocket but I don't stop him. I am way too sad for that. "He called me a bitch... I don't know if I can even love him anymore" Issay. "You'll always love him but just deep deep down. I know what will cheer you up! Imagine baby's being bored with mustaches!" He says letting go of me using jazz hands when he says mustaches. I couldn't help but laugh at that. "There's a smile!" He says poking my dimple. "Shut up" I say looking at theground
But that was awhile ago.I'm 17 now and since then... Well let's just say it hasn't been the best. My dad ok I know what your thinking "did he die too!!??" Well no he didn't but he has a problem. Drugs and drinking.
I get out of bed and get dressed in(http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=105416949)I walk into the bathroom and brush my hair slowly. I suddenly get a sharp pane on my wrist. I look down and see its bleading. Tue blood drips down my wrist touching all of my scars, old and new, from last night. I sigh and get a bandaid. I wipe off my wrist and stick it on. "MACKENZIE WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!" I hear my dad yell. "Bathroom!" I yell back. I hear him stomp his way into the walk way of the bathroom. "Why are*hick* you hear *hick*" he says clearly drunk. "Oh ya'know I love hear soooo... Living?" I say back. " don't be a fucking smart*hick* ass!" He says slapping me. " then don't ask STUPID question!" I say pushing him out of my way. " you bitch!" He yells. "Whatever" I say under my breath. I door andk towards the door and slam the door once outside. I run down the sidewalk almost knocking myself and the person I ran into over. I look up and see a boy with curly hair and a blazer on. He laughs and says "are you okay love? Why are you crying?" "I'm *sniffle* fine" I say rudely. He gives me a weird look and hugs me. "Wh- why are you hugging me" Isay. "You need one." He says. I start to bawl and he just hugs mme. "Awe babe its alright" he says rubbing my back soothingly. "No it's not! My moms dead my dad abuses me! I should j-jusr diiee!" I say practically crying my eyes out. I feel him out something in my pocket but I don't stop him. I am way too sad for that. "He called me a bitch... I don't know if I can even love him anymore" Issay. "You'll always love him but just deep deep down. I know what will cheer you up! Imagine baby's being bored with mustaches!" He says letting go of me using jazz hands when he says mustaches. I couldn't help but laugh at that. "There's a smile!" He says poking my dimple. "Shut up" I say looking at theground
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3/29/14