Gia's Beginning

19.

GIA POV

And just like that once you're up... you get pulled back down..

My dad claimed he wanted to talk about what's been happening here at the house. I was a little skeptic at first but it's my dad. He's never given me a reason (only when he took my mothers side)..

Knocking on the door a few times but no answer. Now why would he tell me to come over and not be home. Before I was about to walk away the door opened a little. Raising my brow slightly I slowly pushed it open "hello?".

Walking inside I looked at his den which the door was closed. Hearing the door slam shut I jumped.

"You really are a desperate dumb bitch" my mom smiled.

"I'm here to see dad not you" I said.

She laughed "stupid! He wasn't the one who wanted to see you. It was me! I felt this need to whoop your ass a good one last time".

I shook my head "over my dead body".

She walked closer me "not an issue".

That's when she grabbed my shirt pulling me to the ground. I kicked my legs to get her away from me. She sat on top of me holding my arms "I hate you!".

That's when she took her mouth and bite me so hard that I started bleeding. Right on my cheek she left her mark "you were always ugly"

I screamed knowing what she had just done. Grabbing the vase from the shelf I hit it over her head causing her to fall from on top of me "you bitch!".

Going into the kitchen I grabbed a knife. This would be the day she dies. Holding the knife so she sees I'm not playing. She smiled "like you would stab me. You're too pussy for that".

I've had enough of this woman putting her hands on me. I'm tired of it!

"Come Gia! Stab me! Come on!" She egged on.

My hand was shaking with the knife. Feeling tears streaming down my face along with the dried blood on my cheek.

"That's what I thought! Too pussy to do it" my mom said.

Dropping the knife I hurried out of there. More like ran as fast as I could.

Back home I stared at myself. The bite mark on my cheek. The dark circles that plaques my eyes. You can tell by looking at me that my life isn't easy.  My body ached. My mind ached. I was just tired of living. Tired of being the punching bag. Tired of being the person to blame. Tired of being the person that everyone took their anger out on.

Grabbing the pill bottle and emptying out the bottle in my hand. Feeling the warm tears streaming down my face.

I said a quick prayer and stuffed the pills in my mouth drinking some water behind it. That's the last thing I remember.

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(Two days later)...

"Gia?" Delano asked. He continuously knocked on my door. But no answer. I heard him faintly. My voice was weak. I'm slipping away...

"Gia?!" He yelled.

That's when I heard the door open. But I locked it. How did he get it open. Hearing my name through my small apt. Delano opened the bathroom door and wide eyed what he saw "Jesus Gia! What the hell? Are you okay?!" He asked.

I mumbled something.

He realized how serious this situation is. He frantically looked for a phone. I felt bad that he had this on him.

Closing my eyes cause I felt so sleepy. But not knowing that was death.

He slapped me a couple times "Gia you have to stay awake! Stay with me okay! Please!". Poor Delano was tearing up while he was on the phone trying to get help.

"Gia please don't leave me! Please!" He whispered as he held me.

I couldn't speak.

But I was tired.

"Gia don't close your eyes! Look at me!" He started shaking me. But I closed my eyes... and drifted off.