Love again

Cuts

Blossom's pov

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I watched the thick red liquid seep out of my arm and the crimson red drops splatter on the floor.

It was no use to reach out for help because they never listened anyway.

They always pushed me away ever since my mother died and my father just let my sister die.

My mother died when she was out shopping with me, she wanted to have a mother and daughter night and so she decided to take me shopping.

She was pregnant with my sister and as we crossed the street a truck came, and to keep me safe she pushed me out onto the sidewalk and took the hit.

She was rushed to the hospital and they had to have an early birth and with my mothers last strength she gave birth to my sister.

She gave me a smile as she put my sister into my arms.

That was her last smile before she died the next day.

My father took care of me and my sister... Barely.

He turned to alcohol to drown his emotions and try and get rid of all his problems.

And he took all of his anger out on me.

He beat me and tortured me.

He called me names and blamed me for everything.

He said I looked like my mother and I didn't deserve to look like a kind person because I was a monster I was a horrible person.

They said I was the reason for my mothers death.

'Knock' 'knock' .... "Get your ass out of there you stupid b****" she's coming.

My aunt she's also part of my family members who hated me.

In fact all of them hated me, except my sister kuriko.....

She was a precious little thing, everyone loved her and what reason did they have not to.

She was kind and she was going to grow up and be beautiful.

But my father, a careless parent let her die.

She had died of leukemia.

She could have survived if he wasn't drunk and drove her to the hospital.

Instead of just sitting on the ground of our apartment drinking his big bottle of alcohol.

As I wiped the blood of of my wrist I remember as I carried my sister into the car driving as fast as I could with blood running down my arm from the glass of my fathers alcohol bottle stuck in my arm from when he had previously thrown it at me as I rushed out the house with my mom.

'Thump' the sound of the door breaking down in front of me.

My aunt Jessie marching and dragging me out by my hair as she carelessly through me into my room and beat me with a whip while kicking me and punching as if I were a punching bag.

She finished taking her anger out on me after about 10 minutes but the pain feeling like forever.

But she didn't leave my room without bending down in front of my curled up body on the floor and pushing a strand of my unnatural raven black hair behind my ear and whispering "I wish your mom would have pushed you in front of the truck not away from it, my sister didn't deserve to die and besides nobody would have cared if you died anyway I mean..." She lifted up my cut up arm "you want to die anyway so why'd she have to die, I don't know but she decided to save your worthless life anyway..." She purposely slammed my arm back onto the ground and walked out of my room slamming the door behind her.

I slowly got up barely able to stand and used the wall as support to go back into the bathroom in my room.

I stared at the drops of one of my two favorite colors on the ground.

After staring at it for a while I cleaned up the crimson red drops on the ground, and the other drops that were slowly rolling down my arm trying to reach the floor.

Red it was one of my favorite colors the other was black because that's mostly what I thought I would see when I died and what I wanted to happen so that I wouldn't suffer up here anymore.

I used to like pink but that was when I was happy.

When I could smile, laugh, and have emotions that weren't loneliness, depression, sadness and being miserable.

I was such a different person before I was......

Broken....

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