trapped // n.h

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She sat alone at lunch time, in class and after school. She felt so alone, like no one would ever hold her, love her, and tell her she was loved by people. That day she ran home in violent tears as they called her horrid names, like slut, whore, and skank. She ran past her abusive mother and drunken father to her room under the staircase. She tore open her draw, grasped her blade and slashed her wrist. She did this so many time, one, two, three, she counted, four, five, six. She couldn't stop herself. Twenty one, thirty seven, one hundred and eighty two. She couldn't even muster tears in the process. She wanted to end the pain, wanted it to go. "Tiana get your fucking ass here now you pathetic shit" her mother screamed bashing on the door. "I'm coming" Tiana trembled, quickly putting away her blade, pulling her sleeve down and unlocking her door. Her mother grabbed her hair and slammed her into the wall. "Mum stop please" she cried. "Never" she replied, pulling her fist back and hitting Tiana till her daughter blacked out right in front of her eyes.
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He sat and watched as the poor innocent girl before him was torn into pieces with words the people at school threw at her. He wanted to scream stop for her, but the word never came upon his lips. How could he? He was popular and loved by everyone. He had his best mates and all the girls swooning over him. Being who he was, if he said anything he and his band would fall to pieces just like the girl had. 'Your such an asshole, how could you not defend her?' The time bomb in his head screamed. Trying not to give a damn he walked away, leaving the poor girl to run home screaming in tears. Niall got home that night to his father waiting for him. His dad grabbed him by the ear and through him towards the staircase. "I've been waiting for you to come home Niall, boy do I have a treat for you tonight" His father smiled. Niall rose and tried to run. Run as fast as he could to get away from the man he called Father. "You want to run boy? I'll show you how to fucking run!" Niall's father pulled his son to the treadmill, made him stand on it and put it to the fastest speed possible. Niall tried to run, boy did he try, but failed, slipped and ripped the skin on his arm off leaving blood over the carpet. He got up, ran into his bathroom, pulled out his shaver and cut his stomach.
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