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1. LightWithinDarkness53726
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   September 28, 2011 2:05pm UTC
   Chapter 6- Jaime again
   Blood poured from my wrists, arms, and legs... I had overdone it. But the crimson beauty was wonderful and made me feel better. Instantly the memories were gone and I felt, new. As the minutes wore on I felt weirder and weirder. It was getting hard to concentrate on the red waterfall coming from my body. I dropped the razor and sat down, light-headed and dizzy. Slowly it felt like the air was being squeezed from my lungs and my heart beat faster and faster, trying to keep me alive. This was what you wanted, wasn't it? The voice was getting faint and the light dimmed when I faintly heard the door open and a small voice speak.
   " Ann, hurry up, I need a shower too." I saw Maddi's dark silhouette against the curtain and I put my hand over the side of the cold porcelain. Then I saw nothing...
   -Maddi-
   I screamed as I saw a bloody hand fall limp over the side of the tub. Mom came running and I stood there, frozen in the middle of the bathroom. My eyes wide and face pale I couldn't' move, couldn't' speak.
   " Maddi, call 911. Now." Her clam yet firm voice drove my legs forward to find the phone, I couldn't cry... Why did she have to die? She's not dead... You know that. She will be okay. The two voices in my head argued back and forth until I handed the phone to my mother.
   " I need an ambulance to 31 Emmerson Hill Rd. Now." She hung up and checked Ann for a pulse, slowly murmuring to the lifeless body.
   " Come on Ann, wake up... Come on.' Her voice cracked and I saw the tears welling up in her eyes. In the distance I heard sirens, everything seemed to be happening in slow motion. The only thing I could think, over and over was What did I do wrong?
   
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2. LightWithinDarkness53726
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   September 10, 2011 10:41pm UTC
   Chapter 4 Tears began streaming down my face. Why me a voice inside my head screeched. "Why me" I whispered, "Why me?" This life isn't what I wanted. It's so hard to deal with my life all the time. One day I'm just going to break. I can't hold it together this easily anymore. The smile I wear is fake. People say I'm so beautiful I wouldn't believe them because I've been told all my life that I'm not. I wish someone saw what I've been doing. How all I want is one person to break down the walls I've built up. Just someone to actually love me. I laid back down and curled up on my side. When I closed my eyes all I saw was my father with his red rimmed eyes and his rumpled composure as he leaned over to make me please him in every way that I could. That was the last thought I even had before I fell asleep. I woke up again around 9 o'clock. I no longer had that feeling of dread and helplessness I had whenever I thought of my father. He hated us I think. He would beat all of us whenever he came home. He was never home long though. I was always scared because you never knew when he would be home. I always wore long sleeves and pants. The bruises he left and the cuts I made were so horrible I knew someone would notice. I started cutting at the age of 7. I knew what it was because I saw it on a movie once. "She said it made her feel better and I wanted to try" that's what I told my mother when she saw what I had done. I promised I wouldn't do it again but I lied. I did it every night. Nothing would make me feel better than the feeling of that blade slicing through my young flesh. The blood washing away the hurt that tears no longer could. I grew up to early, too fast. I never got a childhood. Never got to experience the innocence of childhood. But, those years are over now the voice said to me. I went downstairs pajama clad and wanting cheerios. I pulled out a bowl, the cheerios box, the milk, and a spoon. With my breakfast put together I walked back up the stairs to my bedroom thats bright and sunny. I cranked up my music and sat down on my bed. Escaping my life through the music. I finished my breakfast and walked to the bathroom connected to my room. "Shower first," I began to say just thinking aloud. I turn on the water and peel off my pajamas. As I step into the steamy spray of my shower. I look down at my body while scrubbing it. I have scars everywhere. "Why can't I look like a model," I whisper, "Why can't I be beautiful?" I open the curtain and dig through the bag right on the sink next to my shower. I find the familiar coolness of my blade in my closed hand. Honey I'm home and with that thought I began me journey back to what I was.
   
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3. LightWithinDarkness53726
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   September 9, 2011 7:16pm UTC
   Chapter 4- Jaime again, and well almost every chapter i write will be dark so if you don't like dark read Amy's half :P
   The longer we painted the more my rumbling kept going, louder and louder. But... I didn't want to eat, because i knew what would happen when i did. I would go be stupid again, and throw it up. What is wrong with you? My thoughts swirled but at least I'm going shopping tomorrow, I'm pretty sure I have gone down a size. Always a plus. By the time we finished painting it was past nine, and we were beat. Maddi looked over, her face flushed and her eyes half closed.
   " What's for dinner?" Maddi addressed my mother and she wiped her forehead.
   " Well, what do you-" She stopped mid sentence and placed a hand on her stomach.
   " Girls! Quick, feel! He's kicking!" We hurried to touch her belly and we felt the skin morph under her shirt. We ended up eating NYC take out back in the house, which I'm not complaing, but i have to do what I always do. After eating I kissed them both goodnight and said I was going to bed, but in reality I was going to puke. Walking up the stairs and going into the huge bathroom I drank a glass of water as fast as I could, making me feel sick. Pulling up both lids and sticking my fingers down I closed my eyes and felt the chinese food spill in. After I cleaned up and swished with mouthwash I felt better... Like I always did after purging. This will make you skinny you know. I nodded to myself, I knew it would. I went into my room and it smelled like fresh paint, rummaging through a box I found pj's and threw them on and crawled onto my mattress, and soon I was sound asleep.
   " Ann....... Move over....." My little body was woken up by gentle hands and I was moved over half asleep. Maddi crawled in next to me and cried.
   " What's wrong?" She sobbed into my button up pajamas and shook her head.
   " Daddy killed mommy." She cried and I cried too.
   I drew a sharp breath and sat up, always the same dream....
   
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4. LightWithinDarkness53726
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   September 8, 2011 7:14pm UTC
   chapter 3
   I set the suitcase I brought up with me on the floor. This is deffinately going to be a project. The floors had dust and dirt all over them. The walls needed to be repainted. And, the sky light needed to be opened and cleaned. The hard wood floor needed to be polished again too. God I have a lot of work ahead of me.
   I went back down so I could get the movers to bring my things to my bedroom. Well the huge sitting room I have that is outside my bedroom. Everything in that room was mostly clean except for the dust and musky smell. I heard so much traffic outside my window. I had the radio blasting while I was cleaning everything and I could hear the honk of a car horn over it. My mother and Maddi came up about half way through my cleaning spree to help. With them they brought the cans of paint I wanted.
   "Wash down the walls to get rid of the cobwebs," I instructed them to do. After about a half hour the floors were polished, the windows cleaned, the walls washed, and the skylight taken out for cleaning.
   "Okay," I explained, " What you do is take this paint." I handed Maddi the light blue I requested, "And paint these two walls." I handed my mom the other can of a creme color "Paint these two this color." The two colors, I knew, would compliment my furnature I planned on putting in the room nicely. I pushed my hair out of my face and pulled it into a messy bun my black tresses going past my shoulders and half way down my back making it hard to do. Just thinking about the new start was making me feel better about my appearance. Usually I think I'm fat and ugly. But, now I feel like I can do a totally new look.
   "Mom I need a new look. Can I borrow the credit card?" I asked so sickeningly sweet so she would positivly let me have it. "Sure, I'll let you take the car tomorrow."
   We ended up finishing my room with just the music going. No need for useless talk that noone would really pay attention to anyways. The stroke of the brush that I was detailing the walls with was very calming. I learned how to paint really good in rehab. I still have some of my paintings now and they will be going up on my walls I decided. About two hours later I felt my stomach rumble. Hungry again. I won't mention it, maybe they won't notice. But, with the walls finished we were surely going to eat dinner soon. That was something I didnt know if I could handle tonight. I just keep remembering what my father and so called best friend did to me. Nothing could make me sicker than that.
   
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5. LightWithinDarkness53726
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   September 7, 2011 6:43pm UTC
   Chapter 2- Okay guys, this is Jamie and its my turn lol so tell me what you think. And im the graphic one so yeah, its detailed. even the bad parts. so if you don't like, don't read.
   With the music blasting I ignored the comments my mother was making to Maddi. The song I had on reminded me of alot.... My life and most important... my father.
   The door slammed telling me he was home... drunk.
   " Kathleen! Get over here!" I heard the patter of my mothers footsteps running by my bedroom door.
   " I thought I told you to have dinner ready when I get home!?"
   " Dear.... Its late...." I heard the sounds of muffled yelling as they moved the yelling match down to the basement. I kept hearing smashing and yelling, I knew what was happening. I had seen it so many times before.
   After a few hours the noise stopped and I heard mom come up the stairs, sobbing. I heard him stomping up after her, I knew he would hurt her again so this time i ducked under the covers. But to my suprise he didn't follow her into the bedroom, he stopped at mine. Opening the door he stagged in, and stopped at the foot of my bed.
   " Daddy's home honey, so how much do you love me?" He walked over and stroked my face, brushing my bangs away. His glazed eyes and breath were horrid, the smell alone made me want to puke. After the humiliating hours of pleasing him I fell asleep, crying.
   " Ann! Where here!" I took the ear buds out and and looked out to see the statue of liberty. I smiled at the amazing view of Ellis Island and the ocean. Driving to Staton Island we finally found our street after hours of mom getting lost, typical. \
   " Ok girls, here we are, 31 Emmerson Hill Rd." We pulled in to a spanish style mansion. It was just as pretty as the house back in Cali. I nodded at mom and grabbed my suitcases from the back, still with the labels from rehab. Dragging them behind me i made my way inside to the top floor, I wanted a room with privacy and a view. What kind of place is New York anyway?
   
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6. LightWithinDarkness53726
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   September 6, 2011 8:49pm UTC
   Moving On
   chapter 1
   I walked out into the warm summer evening. A new day, a new start I hope. I just got out of rehab because I was addicted to drugs, alcohol, and I was buliemic. I'm only 16. My name is Ana Jasmine Stevenson, Ann for short. My mom decided that we were moving all the way to Staton Island, New York from my sunny hometown of Paradise, California.
   I don't want to go. Not one bit. But, my mother picked me up straight from the rehabilitation center I was at until now. The music barely even able to be heard I put in my headphones to my ipod and cranked it up to full volume. Looking back on what I was. A five foot four inch girl who only weighed 92 pounds. And only that when soaking wet. Now I'm healthy again. I don't binge drink like I did, and I don't do drugs anymore. I no longer feel the monsters creeping up on me. Trying to steal my soul.
   But, anyways. I didn't have many good friends. I was to scared to let people get close to me. I've always been that way. My father is the reason why we're moving or so my mother says. I really think that she is scared people will find out about what my father did. We paid a lot of money to keep all of it a secret. But, I'll tell you my secret. My father abused my mother, my older sister, and me. He was also a very large drug dealer. My mother and I put all of that money in the bank. He had over a million dollars. Plus what he had hidden at the house that my mom didn't know about that I took and brought with me when I was checked into rehab.
   I wish I could take it all back, but I can't. So now were starting over. I'm actually starting to like the fact that we are moving. Maybe I'll be able to get over my fears. I looked out my window in the front seat of the car. There were girls on the highway in their convertable car with pop music blasting. Deep down inside I wish I could be normal like them. But, I'll never be normal. Not again anyways.
   okay so this is only chapter one... tell me what you think?? :)
   
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7. LightWithinDarkness53726
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   September 6, 2011 2:03pm UTC
   Ana Jasmine Stevenson (Ann)
   16
   black hair
   grey eyes
   pale, chalky complexion
   sophmore
   has a guinie pig
   dog(lucky)
   moms pregnant
   New girl in school. Moves to a new place. Dates the most popular guy in the school. then becomes most popular girl in school. Gets death threats.
   Lukas James Thomas (boyfriend)
   18
   blonde hair
   senior
   green eyes
   Maddlyn grace (sister)
   20
   purple hair
   blue eyes
   college
   Cathlean Joan Stevenson (mom)
   pregnant
   brown hair
   blue eyes
   tan
   Kaleb Jaycoub Stevenson (dad)
   drug dealer
   abusive
   in jail
   black hair
   green eyes
   Tyler Michael Stevenson (baby)
   went to rehab because of drugs, alcohol, and buliemic. Has trust issues with guys.
   Paradise, California moves to Staten Island, New York
   Moves August 5th 2009
   STaten Island academy
   31 emmerson hill road
   big house, their rich
   Mom has to work all the time now that the dads in jail so their home alone all the time.
   
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8. LightWithinDarkness53726
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   September 6, 2011 12:56pm UTC
   Okay guys!!
   I know this isn't pretty butttttttt, Jamie and I are going to write a story! So please read?? :)
   
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