This book no longer has errors. The name is being worked on though.
This book does not actually have chapters, it simply has numbers at the side for reference and to avoid confusion.
1: Jane sat on the bed, a layer of blood soaked into the sheets and stained them red. It soaked into her clothes and her hair and gathered in a pool around her apart from the few drops that got though the mattress and dripped onto the floor. The blood was caused by her but the reason behind it was her father, a weak pudgy man who was scared of the world and made himself feel big by beating up his daughters and his wife. He did not tell anyone about this however because it was not exactly a thing you bragged about but, it still gave him the satisfaction.
Jane felt cold as the blood from her wrists ran out in a plentiful amount, she had cut her wrists again as a result of her fathers actions, Jane knew he was going to punish her for trying to kill herself but she would cross that bridge when she came to it. It annoyed her that no matter how she cut her wrists or how much blood came out she never passed on, there was several times when she bled so much that a normal person would not have a drop left in their body but she still awoke the next day.
She never knew why she had such a thin frame either, it was not like she was underfed-her father tried but she always got plenty of food to eat, mainly though Eliot’s adventures in the kitchen- but no matter how much she ate she always stayed thin weak, it was like the world was taunting her with a combination of weakness and an inability to die.
The things the unconscious mind thinks of when you are nearly in its grasp are far beyond your own control. You just have to go along with the ride and hope it is not too bad. This time she thought of her second father-not an official father but one who had adopted the mantle none the less- and his Familiar. She thought of the times when Eliot and Silverfang messed around with each other, she thought of times when Eliot cooked a plethora of different foods, she thought of times when she watched a movie using Silverfang or Eliot as a cushion to lay her head on, she remembered times when her sisters, Beth and Nehvna, would come round and they would have a party, she remembered playing card games with her sisters and Eliot. She remembered happy days. It was better than thinking about where she was.