C6. Violet

The misty bright sky with the sounds of birds singing joyfully followed by the noise of cars driving past and engine late roaring. Dasha rose from her bed as though sleeping beauty herself had awaken from the curse

She wiped her hands across her eyes and reluctantly climbed out of bed.

Dasha’s POV

I had just styled my hair into a ponytail with the nice blue headband I got as a present from my bestfriend, and hung my favourite black bag before I heard a clashing sound that made me panic. I looked around and all that seemed harmful and handy was a curling iron next to me, I quickly grabbed it and rushed out of my room, panting, with literally no idea why I was terrified. I looked down the stairs to find my parents having another riot.

I sighed. ‘What could the problem be this time?" I rolled my eyes in anger, I was getting sick and irritated by the constant fighting and yelling from my parents, but what more could I do?.

I turned around and walked towards my bedroom. I walked and carrie