Wounded

"Am I eventually going to be taken away like Mom?"Hair as black as ebony, the fairest skin, thrifted clothes covering self-inflicted scars, always in her well-worn boots, Elia was healing on the outside; but the cuts on the inside were the ones that hurt the most. At 17, Elia was tired of tiptoeing around her mother, a-someday my prince will come, waiting to be rescued, I want to be the star-mother.
Her family's female line or as she called them, The Horrifying Women, had a tight grip on her, body and soul. Along with her best friend Trudy, she's trying to discover how to sever the ties to her messed up ancestry with the assistance of the local Woo Woo Girls. However, dabbling in the craft might prove trickier than what she had in mind. With one foot in her childhood and the other on the edge of 18, will she be able to break free, leaving the ghosts of her past behind?All Elia was really looking for was some help.
and maybe.just a little bit of magic. Content Warning:Please note that Wounded contains scenes with self-harm and mental issues and may not be suitable for all readers. Reader discretion is advised.