Conflictedtate
Violet glanced up at the house in front of her, biting her lip. She didn’t really want to move, but she didn’t have a choice seeing as her dad couldn’t keep his dick in his pants. She followed the realtor throughout the house, barely listening.
Violet was just about to excuse herself to go outside when something the realtor had said peaked her interest. “The previous owners took part in a murder suicide. That is part of the reason in price drops.” she droned on, and Violet perked up."We’ll take it." she said determinedly as she glanced at her parents firmly before grabbing her things and walking up to decide on a bedroom.
The next morning, Violet dragged her ass out of bed to go to school, as much as she didn’t want to. She walked down the path, taking a long drag of her cigarette when some stuck-up bitch walked up to her, reprimanding her for smoking. The rest of the day was pretty shitty, and that’s when she found herself sitting in her bathroom, razor blade from her dad’s shaving kit in her hand. She pressed down on her wrist and watched the red bubble up and slide down her arm.
