"Sara"
I sigh and slowly get up from my bed and head down the stairs. I really don't want to deal with Jennifer right now. I walk into the living room to see her going through my backpack pack.
"What are you doing?" I yell at my evil witch of a step mother. "You can't do that!"
She pulls out my antidepressants out of my bag and runs to the kitchen sink; opens the bottle and pours them down the sink." What's it like to have your savior taken away from you?" She laughs.
"What the heck?" I'm in utter shock. Why would she do that? She knows what can happen if I don't take them. But this is something she would do. To break me down to my lowest point.
"Go to your room you're grounded."
"I did nothing to you." I say crying.
"Go!"
I run up to my room and lock the door behind me. I hate her. I really hate her. She wants me to disappear. So it can be just her and Dad. This is the kind of thing she does. I might just give her what she wants.
I scream as I pick up my razor I had used the previous day to shave my legs. I kissed it then started to carve into my thigh. Instead of just making lines on my skin, I drew. Made something beautiful of my body. Because Lord knows I don't have one.
I went to bed. And the next morning I woke up, went to grab my pill bottle, my empty pill bottle, and threw it to the ground because I knew I needed it and my stepmom looked at me. Looked at me with utter disgust.
Before I knew it, I was on the floor knocked out, and tears running down my cheeks. Jennifer, my stepmother, spits on me and tells me I'm worth nothing and to die.
I decided to skip school for the day. I was going to lock myself in the bathroom, take a bunch of unprescribed medications, and drown myself.
I go to the sink, get the Benadryl, the NyQuil, the dxm, anything I could get my hands on basically.
I was on my way to the bathroom, but then one of my friends, Melanie, was walking to my front door. She knocked my door down and ran to me and gave me hugs and kisses. She told me I was worth so much more than what my stepmom had told me.
~End of Chapter 1~
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