Andley

Part Eight ~Not Andley~

Requested by @music_and_mascara

My name is Kristy when I was little my parents abandoned me. I am not living in a foster home even these so-called parents could care less.

I was not allowed to leave my room. If I had to use the bathroom, I would have to sneak out. If I were to get caught, I would get a beating.

I would stay in my room listening to music looking at myself in the mirror. Why wasn't I perfect enough?

Why did my parents abandon me? I wasn't as pretty as all the other girls. I was normal, and apparently, that isn't good.

My bedroom door opened revealing my foster dad and boy he didn't look happy. When he's not happy, I get it the worst out of all the other kids they adopted.

He grabbed me by the hair. I scream which was a big mistake. He brought his hand down slapping me across the face repeatedly.

Once he was done, he threw me to the ground like I was nothing. That all I was. I was just a waste of space.

I crawled over to the corner. I held my head in my hands. I screamed in my hand tears I have been holding back ever since I got here.

I was scared. I didn't want to be in this world anymore. I didn't want this pain. I didn't ask to be treated like this. Why am I treated like this? I am human too!

Now and days in this world no one is treated like humans. They are treated like dogs.

I was an abused dog. Yes, I referred to myself as a dog. Let me explain. I am beating. I am not allowed to use the bathroom.

I am not allowed to eat. I have to sneak out to do all those things, and I was to get caught all hell will break loose.

Have you ever thought of suicide on a daily bases? I think about it every day. It doesn't scare me. I am not afraid to die.

I am not afraid to take my own life. I would try every day, but I always fail because I didn't do it right or someone was to find me.

Today I am going to do it right, and I'll make damn sure no one will find me.

I walked over locking my bedroom door running over to my dresser grabbing my box from the top draw.

I opened the box grabbing my friend and dropping to the floor backing into my corner.

I flipped the object in my hand squeezing my hand tightly together. I could feel it cutting into my skin blood dripping from my palm.

I opened my shaky hand grabbing the razor. I looked up to the ceiling. I know if I killed myself I won't go to heaven, but honestly, anything is better than being in this place.

I placed the blade to my wrist dragging it straight down. Maybe for this once I will do it right.

I felt the world starting to fade. I smiled to myself. Sorry to everyone I let down.

~~~The End~~~