Adopted by O2L

Chapter 4: Pain

TRIGGER WARNING

ALSO A SHORT CHAPTER, SORRY!

~Flashback~

"Listen to me you rude little skank! You're the ugliest, rudest girl on earth. Leave you filthy whore! I wish you were never born!" My mom said as she push me on the floor. I started crying even harder than before. She was right. A little eight year old girl like me was useless..I should just go die.

I run up to my room with the fear surrounding everywhere around me. Walls felt like they were closing in on me. Death was creeping up on me. I was scared. I got to my room and closed the door. I felt my heart race as I got to my scissors. My insides felt like they were exploding like a volcano, erupting out of its place. I sat there and thought. I held my scissors to my chest, feeling my heart race. But then I looked over at my picture of Carter. He wouldn't want my life to end like this.

I took my scissors down from my chest and to my right wrist. I made my first cut, from one side of my wrist to the other. That was for me, vein ugly, terrible, stupid, worst daughter on earth. I made another one right below my first one. That one was for Carter. My closest brother who I had to see die. I took my scissors and put them down. It eased the pain away. I knew I should not have done it. But I did it anyway.

~Flashback over~

I had a total of 13 scars on my wrist from times like these, and Sam had seen them all. I was 4 months clean tomorrow, which didn't matter now. He was going to tell everyone, I could tell. I couldn't let them know. I didn't want to go to therapy again. I quickly said "Sorry, I'm gonna go lay down. I..I don't feel good." I got off Ricky's shoulders and ran upstairs to my room.

When I got up there, I rummaged through my cosmetics bag and found foundation, powder, and concealer. I went into my bathroom and locked my door. I put as much foundation and concealer on my cuts as possible. When I was done, there was only a slight difference. I covered it with powder in hopes that it would stay. I put on my PewDiePie hoodie to cover it up. Suddenly, I heard a knock on my door.

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A/N WELL THIS IS A DEPRESSING/ SHORT CHAPTER I AM SORRY. I WRITE SAD THINGS SOMETIMES OOPS. BUT IF YOU ARE DEPRESSED, YOU CAN COME TALK TO ME. I'M HERE FOR YOU. ANYWAY, WHO DO YOU THINK IS AT THE DOOR? WHAT DO YOU THINK THEY WANT? HMMM... CLIFFHANGER! OKAY IMMA GO NOW SO BYYEEE! I'M SORRY IF THIS CHAPTER WAS TOO STRONG OR SOMETHING. MY APOLOGIES!