How much shit can a person go through before they're truly dead on the inside?"
Life is a challenging journey. It can be even more difficult when three girls find out that they possess extraordinary powers. One would assume that their abilities woul...
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"Ugh" I growl, flopping onto my messily made bed.
I put my hands over my face. Remembering the other night, but not just the other night. Memories from when I was younger take over my mind.
||Nine Year Old Ashley||
"Aunty." I say softly, walking into the living room. I finally built up the courage to swallow my pride and ask for forgiveness.
"Here to apologize for back talking?" She questions, folding her arms. "Oh right I don't give a shit." She clenches her jaw, her voice filled with so much hatred that it sends a shiver down my spine.
"I'm sorry for being a terrible kid... I love you and I know I was dumped on you but we're family." I say, looking down at the ground, not wanting to make eye contact.
"Ha, that's funny." She pauses, laughing dryly.
"You are a back talking bitch who nobody gives a shit about! I don't really want your apologies, I don't care enough for them. Your life is a living hell and that's good enough for me. Don't think just because we're family I'm going to treat you as such." She snaps, walking closer to me, grabbing my chin aggressively, making me look at her.
"Why can't you just love me?" I question, tears forming in the corner of my eyes.
"I've never loved you. Now go back to your room, I don't even want to look at you." She says loathingly, letting go of my face. I nod slightly before making my way back to my bedroom.
After shutting the door, I walk over to my bed, tears streaming down my cheek.
"She's right..." I say quietly. "I'm cant do anything right, I'm worthless, Nobody cares about me." I sob into my pillow.
||Real time||
"Get out of my head. Why can't I forget!" I whisper yell, while sobbing.
As I place the same blade from the other day on the cut I had made. Slowly slicing into my skin. I let out a shaky sigh as I place the knife in another spot. Tears slowing down as I cut myself, the pain brings some sort of pleasure that I can't describe.
"Oh my god." I hear a familiar voice say from behind me. I quickly turn, dropping the knife on the ground and placing my hand over the wounds, trying to hide the blood. "Are you?" Aelin questions, walking closer to me, but I step back, shaking my head.
"Why are you here? Y-you shouldn't have seen this." I stuttered, biting my lower lip nervously while walking past her so I could grab toilet paper to put over the wounds. She follows. My heart beating out of my chest, my lungs unable to fully expand.
