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 I never had a chance to be soft. I learnt to always be bloody knuckles and shards of glass. I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me.

Because way back then, jeers and laughter would ring through the air as those pip-squeaks who called themselves strong tossed me around and pushed me to the ground again and again. Sure it hurt, but I could take it. And that wasn't even the worst part.

Some people asked if I was ok, and a glimmer of hope would appear within me. I thought that finally -- maybe I had found someone who actually cared about me. But only now I realised how foolish I was.

Because every hand that reached out to pull me back up, would only shove me down deeper into the black hole the world created for me. And when the sadness hit me, it felt like I had lost me breath, I was drowning from within.

Maybe those kids were right. Maybe no one did love me. Maybe not a single person in this world would ever care about me. Dad left because of me, and Mom knows it. Now she doesn't love me anymore for what I've done.To her, her child's not here anymore. I am just a shadow, a person existing just for the sake of existing. 

And if my family didn't even care about me, who else would? 

She did. 

When all had been said and done, when all those words and actions had sliced wounds so deep they would never heal. She had been the guiding light I longed for in the dark. She had been the person who reached out their hand, and actually took mine to pull me back up. She had been the kind voice I needed to hear all this time. 

She had been the only one who cared about me in a long time. Even if it was for just a little while. 

I felt alive again. I felt like myself again. I remembered that the people who bullied and neglected me didn't matter. And even after we moved to Hilketa, I never forgot her. And I never will.

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Amythyst Thorn's POV:

           I granted escape the huff of the hard-earned tension inside of my body as I finished the overview of the previous soccer games that were present at the school. Usually, when writing about these, it passes by like a breeze.

But this time, the sound of the clock ticking aside me send me on a spaceship of annoyance. I knew for a fact it would be one of those nights when I started after getting home from school. Pushing the light beige strands of my hair out of my face. I cleaned up the paper drafts I was using, unlike those shows. I don't grab the disliked selection and either rip it or crumble it up. I keep an eye on all of the spots I despise about the paper. And change it up, depending if it takes more then one draft. I use those drafts as inspiration in case needed. Finding the right words is a lot harder then some people think. 

I smiled in approval when my desk's surface got cleaned up, and I neatly put the papers in the draft section of a cabinet below the said desk. Another thing about me, I like to store my drafts for further use in the future. Inspirational purpose yet again.

Glancing at the time, I choked on the hair that chooses to fall over my shoulders all the time, which wasn't a pleasant sight for my brother to wake up.Imagine hearing a noise, already you know it's your sister staying up doing her school journalist stuff. But then seeing her somehow manage to choke on her hair.

Of course, He laughed at this sight.

"H..Hey! don't laugh." I sterned him, lecturing wasn't the option from the situation. I was focused on getting the hair out of my mouth, cringing tightly as I felt the stands that got trapped further back up push against my throat. Always hated that feeling.

My brother calmed down with his laughing and lightly smiled at me." Staying up till 3:30 writing again big sis?". He chuckled a bit at me with crossed arms.

I just sighed, trying to add a dramatic effect. Though I needed to hold in my laughter as I replied, " No, I stayed up all night gathering a hairball."

My brother once again let loose his laughter, Howling into his hands. It was so easy to make him laugh, you could genuinely tickle him and make him cry his eyes out.

"But You better go back to sleep, child.". I told, walking up to him and putting my hand on his forehead and pushing him back into his pillow.

"Your eleven, you need your beauty sleep.."

My brother groaned at my reasoning and pulled his covers up.

"You should get your own desk with you're babysitting money. It isn't enjoyable when you use mine. It always ends with you waking me up at either midnight or, ironically. At this time".

I grinned, getting a moan as I continued. " No can do Willy. I'm using that money to take care of Loki.".

"My name is Wilson, not Willy. Why did you even adopt that pet rat?" Wilson sought.

I retraced backward a few steps, holding my hand to my chest with a dramatic gasp, " Loki is the most adorable rat my eyes have ever chosen to see. In no way, I was going to let another person adopt him!".

Wilson grumbled, " And the most annoying.".

 I snickered a bit. " I can agree with you there sometimes.".

While I directed for the door, I peered back at my brother and smiled softly, " Goodnight..".

I heard my brother reply the same as I walked out. As I made my way to my bedroom, the protectiveness flooded deep within my heart as I grew further away from him. The protectiveness was something I always held within me during our younger years.

And considering the terrors we both share, protectiveness will forever be inside me.

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Name: Amythest Thorn

 Nickname: Amy 

Age: 15 

Occupation: 

Student

Side Job: Babysitter  

Parents:

Older Sister: Sasha Thorn (Older sister acts as a parental figure)

 Siblings: 

 Older Sister: Sasha Thorn (29) 

Younger Brother: Willson Thorn (11)  

Pets: Pet Rat named Loki 

 Likes: Challenges, Writing, Stories (Favorite stories are: Horror, Mystery, Supernatural. Though enjoys any story that has redemption in it), Helping, Reading, Social Interaction, Playing around with tech and crafts. 

Dislikes: People touching her arms and/or face, Fire, Anything including her scars. When others are scared, tension, Sadness. 

Reputation: Average, People know about her, but don't care about the fact she's a journalist. And from friendly socialization.

Bio: Unknown. 

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2020 Wattpad Collab with: 

123sourheart as Divina Pascal

Paperbones as

LunamySiren as  Serena Sanda

2kea217 as 

XxBlackLagoonxX as  Amythyst Thorn

Silvermoon as  Calypso Gale

Antelica as Roselle Grandos 

Kahestero as Kathrine Sansa

(I insist you go check out each of them, and their POV's, they're all extraordinary writers. And are astonishing people themselves!)