Dark Days, Black Nights

Hello contest lovers. For this contest I want you to read this story, than read the options:

I can hear him coming after me.
He must have gotten the note from my teacher.
She said that she thought I must be getting bullied and wants a meeting,
that is enough to set him off again.
I did really well this week.
I stayed out of his way, and did not cry or bring attention to myself.
But now he is coming.
Now he stumbles.
He must be drunk again, he's always drunk when he gets fired,
and that happens a lot.
My door bursts open.

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It's over, he is gone again.
I bury my head in my stuffed lion.
I wish I was back with my mom.
She was kind to me, but she was killed...
so now I am here with strangers
who swear that they will kill me if I tell social services.
They want to get more kids you see,
one kid to hit, one kid to throw down stairs isn't enough any more.
I hear his steps again...
no... it's her, not him.
I hear the bolt on the outside of my door shut.
I am a prisoner here, in this room. Just me and Aslan my lion.
Two days later and I am still here locked up.
I have had no food, and just one juice box between me and Aslan.
I curl up to hold off the pain in my tummy.
I won't cry because it just makes me more thirsty.
I dream that someday someone will rescue me.
and bring me to a wonderful family.
Where I will get toys and books,
and where no one will hurt me ever again.
I wish there was a hero out there,
on his way to save me, on his way to protect me forever.
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He has finally let me out.
I feel all shaky, and so hungry that I want to cry
I do not cry.
I must never cry.
That's the biggest rule.
No crying at all, ever.
She sees that I am clutching Aslan.
she grabs it and holds it out the window.
"stupid girl! It's just a toy, why do you hold it as if it
was your first born child?!"
I am afraid she might drop it. I can't help it,
a tear escapes me.
Next thing I know I am against the wall...

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I lay in bed much later. I have school tomorrow, I need to sleep.
I am afraid of the dark. I NEED Aslan, but she took him away.
At school my teacher notices that I have several bruises on my face.
She sends me to the nurse.
I tell the nurse that I fell down the stairs. It's not a lie, I did fall
but that's because he pushed me.
The nurse doesn't believe me.
She calls Him at work.
I am told that he is coming to get me,
and take me 'home'
I start to cry. I know I'm not allowed, but I can not help it.
The nurse asks me how I got bruised.
I tell her the truth.
She calls the police.

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that night I spend at a hospital, they want to do tests on me.
Because I have a lot of injuries.
The hospital is even more scary than His house to me.
So many people, poking and talking about me.
The next morning I am told that they are in Jail.
I am brought to their house to get my things.
I find Aslan on my bed. His back was torn open and stuffing is all over my room. I start to cry again.
The social worker promises she will get me a new one,
but I beg her to save Aslan, Mommy gave him to me, I need him.

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My new family scares me. They speak softly to me, but so did she,
before she scratched me.
They hug me,
but so did he, when he was trying to break my back.
They try to get me to eat,
but She use to put soap in my food, and I am scared to eat.
Aslan is all better now, he is a bit thinner,
a bit, ragged, but he is my protector again.
I just want to be safe. I don't want to be hurt anymore.
I want to be allowed to cry or laugh, if I want to.
But if I do I might get hurt.
I might get hurt bad.

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OK, now here are your options:
1) write a story that goes into detail about the abuse
2) write a story from the viewpoint of Aslan
3) write a story about what happens next.
4) if you have another idea that has to do with the story IM me and if I like the idea you can use it.