~The forbidden fruit always tastes the best~ (1)

                                                             Chapter 1

My breath is caught in my throat. My eyes are brimming with tears. My heart felt as if it weighed a hundred pounds more as each minute passed. I couldn’t see out of my left eye because it was swollen and bruised. My lip was busted and split open, revealing a nasty cut. My arms and legs were covered with scars, fresh bruises and cuts. My body ached so much. So much pain…. But not as much pain as my heart felt. I felt like a failure…a miserable failure. All because of one stupid mistake. I was suffering miserably all because of it…it was all my fault. Everything I did was my fault. I never did anything right, so it’s only fair I don’t get treated well. Right?

“Why can’t I do anything correctly?” I hear myself whisper through my busted lip. It only caused blood to seep out and I granted that pain as punishment for even speaking. As banging was heard coming upstairs, I began to panic and ran to the corner. My corner. Where I am usually beaten physically and emotionally. I am an idiot.

The door slams open and I wince in fear and dread of what’s to come. The dark, black eyes meet mine. The ones I’d grown up with. The ones that I am in custody to. I whimper as the dark figure comes closer to me, whispering angry profanities under his breath, “Stupid girl.” He is standing in front of me now, staring me down with those eyes of his. He reaches down rather fast and grabs a handful of my hair before using it to pull me up and shove me across the room. I fall to the floor, the tears coming and freely flowing down my porcelain cheeks.

He reaches for my hair again and brings me up so he can yell into my face. His breath smells foul of booze. I hold my breath and he pushes me in front of the mirror. I close my eyes but he only pulls harder, making my hair scream in agony, “Look at yourself!” He screams at me. I whimper and open my eyes to see deep, fearful chocolate brown eyes staring back at me. The girl had long, flowing brown hair but a chunk of it was in the grasp of The Joker. I called him that because I thought he was truly evil. “Say ‘I’m stupid’, girl. SAY IT!!” He roars at me. I let out a sob, “I-I’m stupid.” I whisper into the mirror. He pulls harder and orders me to say louder, over and over. I am in defeat, I begin to scream at myself, “I’m stupid! I’m stupid!” The tears didn’t stop pouring out of those eyes and it made me cry harder.

When he was tired of me yelling at myself, he decided to beat me instead. He threw me to the floor and began to kick me as hard as he could all over my body. I curled into a ball as he punched and kicked me. I just wished it would end. That he would finally end me so I didn’t have to go through this anymore. Death sounds more peaceful than this.

He grabbed my arm, my injured one, which caused me to cry out, and yanked me up before throwing me against the wall. I felt my legs buckle but didn’t dare allow myself to fall. He dug his hand into his pocket and slowly took out something shiny. I felt the color drain from my face. Not like I had color anyway. I watched as he pulled the rest of it out and I let out a scream inside of me. It was a knife. No, no! Please, not again! Anything but that! I wept inside and he grabbed my arm to pull it out. I began to pull away but he put the blade to my skin and slowly began to cut me. I screamed at the pain and tried to get away but his grip was like iron so it was futile.

I began to cry and he started to cut deeper, making the pain excruciating. I felt my eyes bulge at how much blood was coming out. I felt my vision waver and the room start to tilt. Please let me die…I want this to end so badly… I decided to stop struggling and watched as he started to jam the knife harder into my skin. I felt pain strike me as he struck a nerve that had my eyes roll back. But all the bastard did was laugh. He shoved me to the floor and grabbed my leg and started to leave deep, long, red lines in my thigh. I bit my tongue to keep from screaming and that seemed to infuriate him. He started to stab my leg and that made me scream.