Dirty Little Secrets

Chapter Five

     I awoke to the sound of my screaming sister.

     "Are you ok?! Answer me!" I moaned a little then said,

     "Why do you care? You never have before."

     "Stop. You know I care, so just stop," she said. I rolled over to see her. Her face was emotionless, as I'd suspected. I knew she didn't care. She never has, even when I took her beatings. I had always made sure that I was the only one that got hit. I couldn't handle them getting beat too, so I kept it between my father and I. People say this makes me an admirable person, but it doesn't. My selfless acts aren't good enough for them. They still hate me, they've hated me since the day I was born.

     I got up slowly, then struggled to gain my balance. I seen my reflection in the mirror. My face was covered in cuts from the bottle my father had thrown at me. I rushed behind my door then locked myself in before Kaelynn could get the chance to follow me. I dropped to my knees. I couldn't deal with this anymore. Getting my ass beat by my father had become a regular thing. I didn't want to live. There wasn't anything for me to live for except abuse. No love, no friendships, nothing.

     I walked on my knees to my dresser then pulled out the third drawer. I dug all the way to the back to find my box was still there. I grabbed the box and opened it. Which one to use? The sharp one? The dull one? Both? I grabbed one of the blades and pulled up my sleeves then pressed the blade against it. I pressed harder and harder until I seen the blood begin to bubble. I wasn't going to stop, I couldn't. I didn't want to be here anymore. I finally passed out, and my world fell silent.