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.

feel like I’m sitting on

that it would be okay. I no longer see them as families, so I’m not afraid of them! But I can’t stop my mind

This is what

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 mad at Ava, and I just wanted to teach her a lesson. Ava uses this as a legit excuse all the

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mind. Maybe if

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

Ljumped out of the chair at his mean scare! “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?” I hiss at

a light,

happened like, every day?” He

I glare at him.

looks carefully at my eyes as if doing accurate science, “You

as much as you do,” I retort back nastily, “and who’s your

and I turn to

a minute,” Sebastian grabs my wrist, and I swing him off

I know part of my anger is because I’m on edge now, but

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