My Iridescent Soul (10 mates)

CHAPTER NINE

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CHAPTER NINE

Sextuplets was the proper term for six babies at once. That is what I was having. It scared me alot. It had been about four months we were getting out of here tomorrow.

I was very pregnant and fat. Four months pregnant five to go. I was on the couch. With a sandwich. The boys were in the kitchen.

I suddenly heard a argument.

"What if it's not our baby she said we all used protection, she's the goddess of Earth. She coulda popped right outta here Fu¢k€d some one else." I was to hurt at the moment to think about who's voice that was.

Maybe they thought I wasn't sexy anymore too fat for them. Not worth their time. They already thought I was lying. What if they were tricking me.

They thought I was ugly with my horrible guyish hair. That's roots are turning red now. My horrible abonormal sweating. Having to wear their cloths because I was too fat to fit into mine.

Or maybe my scars they must think I'm seeking attention. Being desperate, or when I used to not eat I was being so immature.

Maybe they thought I was lying about the abuse and bullies and rape.

I realized how horrible I was. Tears they were weird they came out of the corner of your eyes. Why not the middle they were salty and usually made your nose stuffy afterwards.

I walked the bathroom I had blocked out their yelling but on the way to the bathroom I heard fragments.

"Liar."

"Fat."

"Attention seeker."

I went in my bathroom. Locking the door I pictured a brick wall and metal wall covering it then made sure none of them could get in no matter the force they used.

I pictured a blade it popped into my hand. It was shiny very jagged. It had six little babies on it. The babies I thought. They weren't even the guys I thought because I must have... the guys were right I had cheated on them how did I not remember this.

I pictured vodka it was in my hand. Then I pictured a bunch of pills making sure I had ones that would stop me from throwing up.

The babies were going to come with me their souls would be iridescent just like mine. Six little babies who's father I did not know. I was a s|ut I didn't know the father.

What is wrong with me. I opened the vodka then the pills I slowly swallowed the pills in hand fulls. Taking straight vodka after it burned, my throat. The raw feeling was beautiful. I never wanted to admit that I was a masochist but I knew I was. I then downed the rest of the vodka since the pills were in my stomach.

I heard shouts. "Were is she were'd she go." I heard them going nuts doors being opened and closed then they all started pounding on my door.

I picked up the blade laughing hysterically, I realised in that moment that my sanity was non-existent right now. Just like any sense of mortality or any concern for my life.

I dragged the blade once for by parents not being their for me.

I dragged the blade twice for the horrible orphanage I was put in.

I dragged the blade three times for Miss. Cara and Tom.

I dragged the blade four times for Sibyl.

I dragged the blade five times for abuse and rape.

I dragged the blade six times for my babies.

I dragged the blade seven times for my scars.

I dragged the blade eight times for Ren.

I dragged the blade nine times for the number on the scale.

I dragged the blade ten times for my mates.

I had dragged that blade across my wrist 55 times for my life to waste through in a crimson substance.

I wasn't sure about anything any more but it was alright because I was going to die. My soul I realized was something that I cherished the most. It was not like others who's had colors or smells, tastes certain textures. Mine was nothing but pure iridescence, fluorescent, luminescent bliss.

I was ready for my soul to fly for the last time. The only thing I wasn't sure about was when I died was if someone else got my unconsciousness and who got my consciousness or if it died with me like my soul because I wasn't sure if you slept in hell.

I realized something that changed everything my mates were going to heaven when they died and so where my babies.

Now I had ambition I didn't want to die. I wanted to be a fat pregnant lady who was in love with ten hot men.

I wanted to dominate them with every ounce of me. I couldn't do that anymore.

My only regret how ironic.

Then I felt it the in between my life the abuse rape bullying? You would think those would come to mind instead this memory did.

"Tom why are you sad?" I asked him.

"I'm not Gene I'm just thinking about how it's your fifth birthday next week and everything is going to change after that." He told me softly.

"Your my best friend!!" I told him.

"You promise me if I start hurting you that you kill me it's a demon it's it's taking me." Who told me wildly.

"I promise."

Oh my god. I lied I had two regrets.

Death it was not like I imagined it was something far more beautiful. I was soaring and I never wanted my wings to get tired I was strong, graceful, elegant, stunning, gorgeous.My long natrul red hair flowing past me I had shown them the people at the orphanage had not won. It may not look it but I was dying on my own terms not theirs or any one else and that's all there is to suicide I wanted to go on my own behalf it wasn't a shock or instant.

All I had always wished to be but never could was now in my palms. My soul the only thing coming with me it was iridescent.

Instead of a light I plunged into a very cold darkness. In this abyss to hell I was indeed a shining light iridescence.

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