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I've been doing for most of my life. Well that’s what I needed to do to stay alive, otherwise some shit is going to go down. If you thinking that the police are going to help you are so wrong, they don’t do fuck all. They are afraid. Most of them get killed if they come within a meter of any of the gangs, they got eyes everywhere, no- one’s safe it doesn't matter if it’s day or night they always going to be watching like predators watching their preys. My name is Aurora Jacobs and I am 18 years of age. I am have recently started my week at Phoenix State College studying

Psychology whilst Lumi minds the store, but on weekends I work full time, but i prefer that, keeping my mind off things because I tend to daydream a lot. Lumi once said to me that i wasn't like normal girls, after that i struggled to see what was wrong with me, always finding flaws; maybe he thought i was too boring, too quiet, maybe i wasn't attractive enough for him?

 

Myself and Lumi are both partners in Aurora's Haven, he knows that after i turn 18 i can legally own Aurora's Haven. We decided to co-own it(well he owns it, but i still decided the majority of stuff and he inputs ideas so we can get more people coming through the doors of the shop)and there would be some sort of stable income for us to live off. He is the only person I have ever trusted with my shop is my entire life and I don't want anyone or anything to destroy that. The shop is the only thing where i have ever belonged, the only thing that is mine. Whenever I go to college, girls stare at me with envy, they despise me, for whatever reason, i do not know. Boys on the other hand, drool after me everywhere I go as if they are attracted to me but in total honesty, I want someone who loves me not only for my looks but for my personality and flaws as well. I am not a vain person on the inside but on the outside I may look life I am. Looks can be deceiving. And i am perceived in the wrong way.

 

Black soft hair falls to my waist, a further reminder of how my mother, yet again was my blood, the only reminder I had of her was my existence. Lumi, constantly reminds me how beautiful i look, he doesn't know how much i cringe at those words, he shouldn't even think those words, i disgust myself. i hate how i am almost a twin of my mother, well the pictures that i had kept when i was past care homes. The only difference was that smile ebbed on her face,almost as if someone had stolen the joker's grin. To this day i frustrate myself thinking why, why did she smile when she had nothing worth smiling for, she constantly reminded me when i was younger that i was the devil's spawn, whenever i protested she hit me full force. i came to the conclusion, that she lied, she was the evil one, she wrecked my life, but i ended up never smiling, she destroyed me along with other people, but she ended up being the main culprit. I hated looking in the mirror, and seeing her face on my body. I had strangely enough, pale green eyes unlike hers which were a deep blue, it contrasted somewhat nicely with my dark hair I obtained a relatively large cleavage which i loathed, i hated drawing male attention to anything below my head, if that,in comparison to my waist which was smaller, but I hated how my hips flared out and ran down into my long toned legs ,according to my one and only friend Lumi who is 20,and is a tattoo artist, and a great one at it too ,he helps me at my shop-Aurora's Haven, whenever I’m not there. And before you say anything, no we are not in a relationship. He's hot, that i will admit but even his inky black hair and smouldering brown eyes, he had bad boy written all over him, his arms are covered in colourful tattoos, a further,flashing warning that we would not be compatible in any shape or form though his faΓ§ade doesn't fool me,i don't want him to leave me, but i think it would be better if he did, that way there would be no pain caused from the lies and betrayal on both ends. I know Lumi hides stuff from me, i can't say that doesn't hurt me, because i have secrets too, that I’m not willing to give up to anyone.  can see through him, the hurt and pain he has gone through. Because in reality we are anything but boyfriend and girlfriend, we are more like siblings.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Aurora:The Dove(5 years ago)

It all started that day; I will never forgive my parents, leaving me like that. Leaving me, so that they could carry on with their lives without a devil child in the picture. i wondered why did she conceive me, only to put me through hell and back. Hadn't the woman heard of contraception?They put me in care and ,after a year or so of utter hell with other kids in there i finally got adopted. I was grateful for the freedom, a chance out.

 

A man called Jason took me home with him. After a while after i began to settle in, i noticed very subtle changes, almost as if his whole demeanour had changed over a short period of time. After the care workers had visited, and deemed the Jason was a fit foster parent and would be great with me. The gentle looks turned into pervy leers as i slowly grew up, he made me physically sick every time I even looked at him. Even when I met him for the first time I saw through his lies; about his promise to make me feel welcome and safe, I was anything but those things for as long as I stayed in that house alone with him.

 

From the outside he just looked like a average aged man with slowly greying hair and kind soft eyes which glistened with delight when he first met me at my old care home. I thought I was special in those moments when he came across me it seemed as if he had found what he was searching for, to him I wasn't a person with emotions I was a object, a plaything. I way so stupid, so naΓ―ve then thinking after my parents left I could just carry on thinking no one would harm me, abuse me just because I was a young child and they knew I wouldn't fight back I would just take their physical and verbal abuse.

 

Little did I know I was wrong about Jason, he was dangerous, a person not to be messed with without getting hurt, maybe even getting killed. As i grew taller and my feature grew more defined i seemed to see how angry he got, how he would keep his anger in, only to lash out at me with such a force I was left unconscious most of the time, I thought it was better that way so I couldn’t feel the things he did to me I was just left with the marks to prove his disgusting actions to me. But I never showed anyone, because if I did they would turn away and shake their heads at me thinking I was a spoilt brat who lied all the time and the only way to get some attention from people was to hurt herself. Those eyes I thought were filled with kindness were filled with no emotions only malice and evil to do disgusting stuff to me regardless of laws he broke, he didn't care.

 

I remember that night I came home so freshly in my mind, I had barely been there even a couple of hours. As soon as I came through the door with my tattered backpack full of clothes, he slammed the door shut and bolted it. My mind had been emptied of all emotions, I felt soulless. This had happened before with my father before he died, he would constantly abuse me whilst my mother laughed in my face joining in with the torture, they abused me, and make me stay silent. He would hurt me below my shoulders on my body, scattering them with cuts and bruises that no one paid attention to, not even my mother; not that she cared anyway. But I knew that it was wrong ,but I just let them do it. After that night with Jason my step-dad he chucked me in my room naked and swollen, covered yet again with cuts and bruises from a knife he kept in his room. But I knew all those bruises would fade over time, all but one. The same one, would never disappear was the same place my father kicked my hard, the same place I had a birthmark. That memory would be stained in my mind, never forgotten.

 

Soon after my fourteenth birthday i decided to do something to cover that memory of that night. I then decided i would get a part time job at the corner job to save up to get a tattoo to cover that birthmark, that horrid time in my life. I eventually had enough money to get it but i just had to do it during school time, as Jason watched my every move and never let me out if the house, not even to my friends. The only time i was free was during school ,that was when I would get my tattoo .

 

I remember the exact day as I walked into the tattoo shop, I breathed a deep sigh of relief as I watched a young women walk through to the front near the counter. For some reason I knew she would understand. With her bright red hair resembling a flame and kind brown eyes ,she was pretty to me. Her arms were filled with tattoos all colourful and beautiful like her. On her shoulder I noticed some text, as I peered closer I say the words-FORGIVE BUT DON’T FORGET. In my mind that was the go ahead to never forgive Jason,however i would never forget him either. I walked up to the counter as she looked my way straight into my eyes ,she looked angry, maybe she was used to young teenagers wanting to get tattoos, but then, something in her entire demeanour changed then as she looked again and really noticed me her eyes changed emotions as she looked as she almost knew why i came. She couldn't know could she? i thought to myself. She smiled gently almost as if she thought myself to be afraid.β€œSo what type of tattoo would you like?” she asked gently as she knew I was hiding my reason.β€œA dove on my hip please” I said shyly as I lowered my eyes thinking she would not allow it as she could see through me, and possibly knew my age. I rolled

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