Short Stories

Her scars

This story has an extensive amount of swearing.
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She was beautiful, just like everyone is beautiful, but she was a different kind of beautiful.

Her raven hair was always down, shielding her beautiful face from the cruel world, like a curtain. No one noticed her until they wanted someone to pick on, someone they could use as a punching bag. What they didn't know was that she hated herself for being nothing. Her deep blue eyes, which had a tinge of violet that went unnoticed by everyone, but that was a good thing, for if they ever knew she had violet eyes she would be called a 'freak' and that scared her more than ever. She had curves in all the right places but chose to hide them underneath all those baggy clothes. Her full lips usually ended up bloody and bruised by the end of the day along with a new black eye covering the older one.

She never cried, she was far stronger than that, she never fought back because she knew better than to, but she hated herself enough to remove her anger with a razor. Self-loathing was like a second nature to her. No one had known her name and no one cared enough to. The worst part was that even her alcoholic bastard of a father beat her up. Her mother, on the other hand, was more passive towards her, knowing how it felt to be a victim of a drunkard.

She had another way of removing her anger, a way that no one could beat her in, no one could take away what she had in underground boxing. People thought she was a man for a while when she used to wear her cape and fight, but now they know she's the girl who shouldn't be messed with. She trained hard all day, all night, punching the heavy weight bag until it tore and left a new set of bruises on her knuckles. She never lost even one game. But she never seemed to have used her skills to defend herself outside the ring.

They all mourned for her when she was gone. There is a saying that states:
'When you have it, it is worth the price of dirt. But when you loose it, it is worth more than gold.'
She was smart and would always come first in class, but even the teachers never acknowledged her. She didn't have any friends and no one she cared about as deeply as her mother. One day she cut too deep and the scarlet monster creeped out wanting to be free, not stopping until it drained her. She had become too weak to scream, to notify anyone, but it seemed as though it was her intention all along. She left a note for everyone who ever laid hands on her:

Dearly beloved,
I thank you for all the kindness you have ever treated me with. I thank you for all the bruised and busted lips I have come home with. I thank you for all the cuts that needed several stitches from the jarred glass pieces. But mostly I thank you for the "kind" words that were thrown my way because the pain was only equal to rubbing salt on a course wound. I would like to thank you, dad, for being the best dad anyone could ever ask for.
Let's cut the crap shall we? I hate you all, except you mom, I love you and I'm sorry. I hate you Charlie for every broken rib and concussion I've ever gotten. I hate you Amanda for all the "holes" I have on my stomach from your stilettos. I hate all my dear teachers for not giving a damn. I hate you the most dad because you were supposed to protect me. You were supposed to love and care for me, but what did you do? You f*cking raped me, you raped your own blood. That's how much of a bastard you are. Oh you're angry, what the f*ck are you going to do? I'm already dead, anything you do won't hurt me anymore. I hate you for all the stitches I have on me from the broken bottles thrown at me. I hate you for beating mom even when she stuck with you for 16 years. I f*cking hate you all for ruining my life!
The only thing I can be thankful for is that at least no one can hurt me now. It taught me to be stronger and learn to defend myself, but I never used it because I know how it feels to be there, getting a beating. I hope you live your lives rotting in hell knowing that you took someone's life. You torn me inside out. Are you glad? Are you happy with yourselves? Are your parents proud of the disgusting breed of b*tches they bred? Thank you for giving me the best life anyone could ever ask for.

Scarlett

P.s. Mom run, run for your life and never look back. I love you and you are the only thing that matters to me, don't live your life with him. Go! Find someone you love, have a nice happy family. Forget him and I. I'm sorry that you had to stay with him only because of me. You're free now, you can live your life without having to look behind to see if he was charging at you with his beer bottle.