Orian’s pov
Trigger warning ⚠️ (child)verbal and physical abuse, animal cruelty ⚠️.
Orian's pov
*flashback*
"Happy birthday to me!!!"
I screamed jumping down from the tree with a small laugh escaping my chapped lips. I wore my favorite sweater today with my good pair of jeans. It is my good pair because it had a few holes unlike the rest that had huge holes and the cold was too much anytime I wore them.
Momma wouldn't get me a new pair for my birthday. She says she has more important things to buy like the white powder she sniffs all the time or food which she eats by herself.
I don't care anymore, as long as she's happy. When she's happy she hits me
less and hardly yells at me. Sometimes when she yells, my ears hurt and ring and I have headaches which make me cry all night.
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