To rebuild our home

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Jon's POV

"Okay, but you aren't going to mention that I cut myself? Or are you going to tell him this? I would prefer if you would keep this a secret." I asked him with a nervous shaking in my voice. "Jon, you see, I have to tell him this. He deserves to see the damage that he has done to you. He deserves to see how far he had pushed you. This isn't something that you have to be ashamed of. This is something that we all have to talk about." The blonde male explained to me.

I began to cry and begged him to not do this to me since I was scared that Eduardo would do something bad to me and kick me out of the house afterwards. But Mark just answered that this was the only way to make him realize that him mistreating me was something that he has to change. He told me that this extend of shock factor would make him become a better person.

"It's for your own good. Now that we talked about this I want to help you clean up the wounds and bandage them. It would be horrible if those wounds would get infected, you have already suffered enough in my opinion." He said with tear filled eyes to me while he had rested one hand on my shoulder.

I nodded and let him clean my cuts, he took some alcohol and cotton pads and I extended firstly my left arm to him, he holded it up in one hand and dabbled with the other hand the pad on my cuts. It stinged, but it wasn't to painful even though I flinched some times. He did the same on my other arm and then wrapped the gauzes around both my arms.

Mark let out a sigh when he was done and said "We will talk about this tomorrow, until then good night Jon." He said this and then went back into his room. I was left alone in the bathroom and thought about what I should do next. My heart was pounding rapidly and I was starting to feel dizzy. I couldn't do this, I couldn't just walk back into my bed just to then wake up with the knowledge that I would never be able to return to my bed. Eduardo wouldn't care about my well being and even blame me for being so stupid that I would cross that line into hurting myself. Or he would laugh at me and then get furious at me some other moment and nothing would change. This is my reality, whether or not he sees my cuts nothing would change for me or thing's would even get worse for me.

Eduardo would always pick on me and see me more as a pathetic person as before. The abuse would only get worse and this is something that I really wasn't able to handle anymore. I am just tired of this, tired of always being the fool who only exists to suffer. I am not looking forward for the day tomorrow, so I guess this would be the best time to end this.

I grabbed a rope that I had lying around in one of my dresses from the last time we were trying to climb the highest mountain in this area. Since our next door neighbors have already climbed a very high mountain Eduardo insisted into proving that he is better by climbing a higher mountain. But we haven't gone far and needed to return because we were all already starting to freeze up.

Well, anyways....I had this rope in my hands and was trying to get all of my strengths up. This time I will kill myself, I will make Eduardo proud of me so that he doesn't see me as a wimp anymore. I was exited to finally leave this world but then I thought about Mark. I don't want to make him upset, but I think that there couldn't be a way that he actually likes me.

He will be glad if I am gone. Then I thought, since I am going to end my life why not do it in a place that I like, a peaceful place like the park. This would be great, because this way they wouldn't have to face me here dead in my room, it wouldn't be a mess that they had to clean.