She had just got home from school, and her mom was already screaming and yelling at her. It'd been a rough day, and this was the last thing she needed. She closed up and refused to talk. She knew no matter what she said. Nothing would change. Nothing would get better.
"YOU DON'T DO SHIT AROUND THIS HOUSE!" She flinched at the volume of her mother's voice. She was trying. So hard. Nothing was ever enough.
"Mom- I've had a hard day- and you yelling isn't helping...." Her mother's head snapped up as she yelled again.
"IF YOU DON'T LIKE THE WAY I DO THINGS, THEN YOU CAN GET OUT! I'M SICK AND TIRED OF YOU."
Then send me back. Put me back up for adoption.
She felt a tear fall down her face. She knew she couldn't do anything about her situation. Nothing would help. There was already an open case with Child Protective Services; she only hoped they'd do their job for once.
"You know what? I'm done. I don't have to do this. I DIDN'T HAVE TO ADOPT YOU! I DON'T DESERVE FOR YOU TO TREAT ME THIS WAY!" She was crying now, her mother's words repeating in her head.
So she really didn't want me..?
She walked out of the front door and slammed it closed. She heard the car start, and her mom speed off fast enough that you could hear the tires squeal.
She fell to her knees, tears pouring down her face. She wasn't needed. She wasn't wanted. She wasn't cared for. Nothing mattered. She let out a sigh and wiped her tears, walking into her mother's bedroom to find what she was looking for.
"I can't carry this anymore..." She gripped the knife in her hand and brought it to her neck, taking a breath. She was gone in mere seconds, her lifeless body on the floor, the blood beginning to pool around her.
There was a noise at the door. Her biological mom and sister were supposed to be there. Her mom took out her phone and looked at the text she'd gotten earlier.
'The door is unlocked, I'm not going anywhere lol'
Her mom figured she was in the bathroom, so she walked into the house, her other daughter following her. She sat on the couch while Victoria looked around. Her mom ran toward Victoria as she let out an ear piercing shriek.
Tears formed in her eyes as she saw the lifeless body of her oldest daughter laying in a pool of blood. She fell to the ground, trying to call 911 while crying.
Victoria was crying, her screams filling the house and echoing off the walls.
"SISSY PLEASE! PLEASE COME BACK, SISSY!" The operator answered her mother.
"911, what's the location of your emergency?"
"311 Hunter Street." Her mom's voice cracked as she spoke, she couldn't wrap her head around what she was seeing.
"Do you need an EMS, Firetruck or the Police?"
"I need and EMS, my daughter is in a pool of her own blood- she isn't moving or breathing and.." The operator cut her off.
"Ma'am, they're on their way as we speak."
Her mom couldn't believe it. She killed herself. Her heart ached, and more than anything she just wanted to hold her baby again.
She set the phone down and picked her daughter up, clutching her close to her chest, not caring about the blood. She leaned down and touched her forehead to her daughter's and choked back a sob.
"I'm so sorry, baby..."
