Teagan's PoV
I shudder as I feel the cold, metallic smelling, liquid drip down my arm. Three more for everything she said...
"Ugly"
"Fat"
"Worthless"
And maybe a few more...you deserve it...
"1 cut"
"2 cu-" I'm cut off as my mom screams through the door.
"Teagan! Get your slutty self out here before I break down this door and drag you"
"Coming mother" I say as a wipe my arm and pull down my sleeve.
I honestly don't know why I even put up with this. I'm 18 years old. I'm just completing my last year of high school. Not that I really care or anything. My grades are barely passing and I have no friends.
Why don't you just kill yourself?
Personally, I feel like that is both a question and an answer. You could say it as a suggestion.
You have nothing going for you? Why don't you just kill yourself.
Or you could say it as a question.
You have nothing going for you, so why don't you just kill yourself?
But either way. I probably should just kill myself. It would make life better for most people. The only reason I even tough it is because I am the main provider for my brother Tyler. I mean, it's not like my mother gives a crap. All she cares about is her drugs and who's her man for the night.
"TEAGAN! You have 8 freaking seconds to bring yourself down here and start painting!" My mother screams once again but from what sounds like living room.
I mumble under my breath as I finally emerge from the bathroom and make my way downstairs. "Like I wanna touch your crusty ass toes. Just because you can't reach them doesn't mean I should have to do it."
"What the hell took you so long?" She asks as soon as I approach her. "You know what. Forget it. Just paint them ruby red."
I sigh as I get the coloured nail polish. "Yes mother"
Hey guys! This story is going to be a lot different than my preference book for many obvious reasons. But I hope you enjoy! I'll probably update sometime every weekend. I love you my dino-babies. Live. Love. Read.
