"You're hurting me" I screamed.
"Where's your father?" She said tightening her grip.
"I don't know" I say out loud.
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I dig under my bed and get the wooden box that is filled with forgotten memories. I look at the photos and the tears begin to fall. I grab the one where my dad playing his guitar. I close my eyes and hear "Heaven" being played.
"Why'd you go dad? Can't you see the mess Ivd become?"
I lock the door and take off my clothe. The memories come flashing back and suddenly I see my dad. I no longer feel the pain. My hips run out of space, so I shift the blade to my quads. I watch the blood drip down to my ankles then I hear my mothers voice,
"Charlotte I have to go find him baby. I'll be back on Monday okay? Be good for mama."
I clean up my mess and turn on the radio. Music fills the empty space. I hear my dad's voice again.
"I won't be coming back this time. I love you so so much baby."
I lay in my bed and let my thoughts take me away.
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I dream of the beach, my mom and dad holding hands. I feel the nice warm sand and the salty breeze hit my face. I dream of the time my dad took me to the fair. I dream of all the forgotten memories until I count out more than 50 cuts.
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Clueless
Short StoryMany people go around and live their life. However we pay little attention to the details that are missed every single day. Clueless is a story about a girl named Charlotte that is afraid to speak up. Her father left her mothers a mess and she live...
