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Post by marissa on Apr 18, 2007 14:34:58 GMT -5
Elizabeth sat down on the beach, she was looking out to the horizen, She saw it as freedom, one thing she craved the most, but it was also the one thing she knew she would never have, not properly. She winced slightly, her side still badly bruised her step brothers had broken one of her ribs the other day, even though she was in pain she couldn't go to the hospital, they would ask too many questions and she couldn't tell her father that her step mother and step brothers beat her up everytime something didn't go their way or just because they needed something to take their anger out on.
On top of everything, Elizabeth had just found out she was a witch, Billie had told her that when she made something appear out of thin air by just thinking about it. She didn't know what to think of it, She didn't believe in it all anymore, she hardly believed in fairytales anymore. Elizabeth was scared, Billie had said her powers were a gift but she saw them more of a curse. She didn't know what to do, she had no one. Only Billie knew what was really happening to her at home, the real reason to her bruises, why she jumped at the slightest thing... She sighed sadly.
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