123 All Messed Up

Scarlett’s POV

I have never felt so bad in my life.

To my “family“, I have always bullied Ava. I broke her stuff, and I said mean things to her. I did. I have broken her stuff before, but mostly replaceable stuff like the pile of shit I threw out of the window today. And mostly because she broke my things first, or that she broke them herself and blamed me.

I have never broken something this meaningful for anyone, especially Ava. Maybe it just doesn’t happen often enough so that I’m feeling like sitting on a thousand needles?

Ava has been crying — fake crying – in front of her room while Alfred cleans it for a while now. I have been sitting on the empty dinner table and waiting for her cry to turn into a real one, for a while.

I got really good at telling apart her real and fake cries — her nose gets stuffed when it’s real. That means she hasn’t realized the apple of her eye is several pieces of an apple now.

I’m sitting

I no longer see them as families, so I’m not afraid of them! But I can’t stop my

is what real

I didn’t do it on purpose? I didn’t! It was there because I didn’t throw it out of the window after I have thrown most of the things off! I wouldn’t even believe myself… Maybe I should say that I was just really

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mind. Maybe if

jittery look?” Sebastian’s voice suddenly rises by my ear as his hands land

scare! “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?” I hiss at

a

sister’s war happened like, every day?” He cocks

I glare at him.

my eyes as if doing accurate science, “You don’t look like someone who does

back nastily,

frowns lightly, and I

my wrist, and I

know part of my

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