The next think I knew my head was being banged against the ground repeatedly, I felt the heated sensation of blood pooling around my head. A hand collided with my face, again and again. "STOP!", I screamed but he continued. For what seemed like hours he hit me again and again. "Fucking whore," he whispered in my ear and left. I started weeping quietly, afraid of the man who I thought was my family. I crawled into my bathroom and found my razor. I looked at my already scarred wrists and sighed. I brought the razor down and began weeping again as the blood started seeping out. I cut four more times each time more deep than the last. I let the bleeding cease and I curled up into a ball and wept.
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Hurt Part 1
Teen FictionI sat there and watched the other side of the room intently, noticing every single little detail. A huge crack in my wall caused by where i had my head banged against it multiple times until my head bled and i screamed bloody murder. The blood stain...
