I sit there, cold and shaking. Violated. Naked on the bed as I watch my Dad leave the room. He turns around and whispers "Til next time sweetie" and winks a devious wink.
I sit there silent. Until tears rush down my face, gushing from my eye sockets and flowing like niagra falls.
I weep into my pillow for what seems like an eternity until finally wiping my tears and walking over to the drawer where my best friend lives. I take out the razor and glide it across my wrists one more time. The cold metal sliding across my vain sends chills up my spine.
Glancing at my arm you see nothing but scars. Battle wounds, I like to call them. From the war of life.
I let my arm flow a little before stopping the bleeding with a red-stained towel. There's just something about watching the "red water" pour that makes me feel like I lost, and yet won. I mean, I'm here right?
I then go to the bathroom to take a shower, after feeling so dirty once again. I sit on the cold, porcelain bathroom floor hugging my knees close to my chest as the showerhead above me rains on my black hair.
You know that feeling in your nose when you breathe in water?
Drowning.
I'm drowning.
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Deception
Teen Fiction"Dear whoever it may concern, As you can see I was very unhappy in life. So unhappy in fact I've decided to end it. Sorry mom, for failing you and for not being that perfect little girl you always wanted. But its all dads fault... the way he would...
