OK. So, I'm rewritting this book currently. This is the rewritten Prologue. I didn't change to much to it, I just really revised it. So you don't have to reread it if you don't want. Copyrights are mine. Do not steal, or use my idea. I own it, and you could be fined if you do.
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"Shut up you slut!" He yelled at me.
I shrank into the corner of the room, hoping he wouldn't hurt me. I wished silently for the ground to eat me whole or the shadows of the barely lit room would hide me. I knew no one would come to my rescue because no one ever did. Ever so slow, he crept closer and closer. All of the anger disappeared from his face and a smile replaced it. I flinched when his hand came up to my cheek, stroking it.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare you. It's alright, I'm not going to hurt you." Lie, I thought. "Now come with me." He demanded. I shook my head lightly, not wanting to go anywhere with the horrible, cruel man infront of me. The anger flared back on to his features, making a shiver run down my spine.
"How dare you defy me!" He bellowed. "You should have known better child. BIG mistake." A disgusting smirk made its way to his lips, his anger still evident. I backed as far as physically possible, into the corner. He raised his fist, getting ready to hit me. I snapped my eyes shut, readying myself for the impact.
"Worthless." Hit.
"Slut." Hit.
"Ugly." Hit.
"Piece of shit." Hit.
He continued to spit insults at me, a hard punch or kick following. After a while impacts halted. Pain was all I felt. Pain. Pain. Pain.
I peeled my eyes open. He stood infront of me, a sadistic glint shimmering in his cold, brown eyes. I saw something glint in the moonlight, causing my whole body to freeze, my heart skipping a beat. My eyes widened as I saw what he was holding. His smile grew when he saw the fear fill my eyes. My second mistake, showing fear. He bent down so his mouth was next to my ear.
"Never ever defy me again or it will be so much worse, my darling." His voice was a deadly whisper. He raised his right hand, the knife glinting in the moonlight. Tears slide down my dirt covered face. The knife came flying-
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I gasped, shooting straight up in bed. I curled myself into a tight ball, as if it would make the pain I felt go away. Tears lead trails down my face.
It was just a dream, it wasn't real.
'Yes it was.' A small voice said. 'That happened, that's just a memory.' More tears slipped down my face. I'm not there. I thought. I'm here now. I'm safe. 'Are you?' The voice asked.
The dream didn't want to go away. Even thought I was awake, I could still see everything crystal clear. The tear running down my face nonstop. The memories came back along with the dream. The voices in my head taunted me with words said many years ago.
'Slut.' They hissed. "No, no, no, no.." I whispered, holding my head in my hands.
'Bitch, useless, ugly, piece of sh-" I tried to will the memories to go away, give me some peace, but I knew they wouldn't.
"Go away, go away...." I muttered full of desperation. "Please.." I begged. The voices just kept chanting in my mind. I started to shake, the tear flowing down my face bacame broken sobs. I began to panic, feeling the voices become louder. "Go away, go away, go away, I want to forget." I mumbled helplessly.
I jumped up from bed, nearly knocking down my lamp in the process. I ran to the bathroom. I flipped on the light switch, looking around panic stricten. I threw open drawers until I found it, I almost sighed in relief when I did.
"Gotcha." I whispered. I held the razor in my hand. Taking a deep breath I put to the skin on my wrist, scars and cuts already littering the area. I knew, deep down, this was wrong, harming myself.
'But it makes the voices stop.....' I thought to myself. I lead the blade across the sensitive skin, making a rip in it. The blood slowly started to make beads across the open wound, then dripped down my arm.
The pain from the cut making everything else numb. 'And the pain I feel goes away, as well...' I thought. I brought the blade to my skin again. I continued to make more cuts. Each one deeper then the last. Blood covered my hand and arm.
'This is what I have to do to make it all go away....' I thought, sadness clouded my mind.
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Well, that's the rewritten Prologue. Tell me what you think and if there's any mistakes I didn't fix.
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