Iris' POV NOT EDITED
"She can paint a lovely picture. BUT... This story has a twist. Her paintbrush is a razor and her canvas is her wrist."
I walk home slowly after school knowing what will come. Are is friends home? I think to myself. I hope no one is home. That's an impossible wish. I near my house, my heart starts to skip, not in a good way. I am scared and I know it. I am always scared. I don't know what I ever did to them. Was I a mistake? I see my house and I take a deep breath and walk towards it and I find the door unlocked. With a shaky hand, I open the door.
" OHHH YESSS, HARDER." I hear my mom screaming from the kitchen. That's is just fucked up. I think. Then in the living room,
" Oh wow yes, keep going." I hear another voice.
I qucikly go up to my room and lock the door and try to forget what I just saw. It should not be a surprise. But I can't forget. My dads friend is fucking my mom and my moms friends is getting fucked by my dad. How low can they go. I think. I go over to my windows and close them and the curtains making it dark in my room. Just how I like it. I grab my blade from my side table and roll up my long sleeve sweater and look at my wrist. I haven't cut in awhile which is strange for myself. Why? I don't know. My scars have been masked by makeup but my only friend Rain, who is my best friend has been putting on this cream that has been making my scars invisible. So I guess by re-cutting I am recreating my previsous scars. I drag the blade across my wrist and a couple times over my forearm. I don't wince or flinch because I have been used to it. Soon I put down the blade and walk to my bathroom in my room and wash off the blood. Then I slide down my sleeves covering them. I walk to my bed and sit, waiting for my abuse to start. Time flys and it's already 6 o'clock. I open my door very quietly, barely a squeak came out. I climb down the stairs and found myself more sex noises. But not the same voices I heard earlier. There were a few more people. I run silently back upstairs and lock my door and sit on the floor.
" Has my house turned into some porno house?" I questioned.
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The Pills
Novela Juvenil" Please Not Again" I plead knowing it won't work. He Laughs. An evil, and cruel laugh. " Why should I?" " please I don't want to go through this again." He walks closer unbuckling his belt. Iris Rose is an average 17 year old. Well an average emo 1...
