The suicide note from her!

Along came Emery

Ok so first of this is my first story I have written I just have to write down some feelings that I have to express for some people I have known to grow fond of over the years and we have all be victims of self harm and I'm just going to say that it is hard it becomes your addiction you cannot control it once you start it. Every time you feel angry,ashamed etc. that is what you body tells you to do so I beg you to everyone out their who is a victim of this or is thinking about it don't I regret it and will always regret it. Ok so on with the story now.
Hi I'm Emery and I know I sound hella crazy but let me tell you something I'm not! Welcome to my story and I want you to help me through this.

"Emery you whore get down here this instance" my dad screamed I couldn't move I knew what this meant I looked down at my arms and I already winced from the pain I could just feel it now another beating telling me that 'I'm a worthless whore' I wanted it to be ok but it never was I feel a tear form in my eye and it falls down my pale skin and I felt my voice cry out for my mum who had gone out one day for a walk and never came back my dad told me that she went of to be the 'prostitute' that he knew she was but I knew my mother and she wasn't
like that me aged 13 stared hopelessly out of the window ignoring my father.

"EMERY "my dad roared through the house and turned to walk from my attic bedroom to the kitchen to see what it was he wanted."cook me my breakfast now before I say or do something that you will always remember" I knew that he brant it do I quickly served him his breakfast and went to get ready for school I knew my dad would hit me again but the matter was when and why I slid the wobbly floorboard up and took out my secret box in which I hid my knifes, blades, razors, a gun and a large amount of pills that in a large quantity I knew I would be dead I took out my favourite objects the blades and the razors and I cut deeply into the skin making blood ooze from my arms I cut it 1...2...3...4...25 until I got to 35 by then my arms dripping with blood their was a puddle on the floor as I went to clear it up their was a knock at her door.

As I opened it the door knocked me over and my brother Kaleb walked in "Kaleb get out of my room" I screamed in panic or him noticing the blood dripping from my arm or the puddle on the floor in which you could see your reflection in. "Em why can I smell blood very strongly from your room" concern spread over his face and I started to cry "I can't explain Kaleb" he looked at the puddle then at her arm and eventually her face before pulling her into a deep embrace " why Em? Why did you do it?"

I panicked and tried to run past him with that he screamed "Dad Emery's done it again" without a moment to spare my dad burst into my room you may ask yourself why I'm saying that he's bad because he ran so fast I actually thought he cared about me. " you fat ugly emo whore just like your mother now get out of here and go" and just like that I went to the bathroom to have a shower to leave for school not before my dad grabbed my hand back saying I will see you tonight with a smug grin on his face as if my brother didn't notice and I went to have a shower and got into my truck and drove to my school in California not far from where we live.

As I stepped out of the car and smiled before refusing to meet the stares of the people as she walked past them in a hurry might I add in this hurry she forgot to look at where she was going and bumped into a hard tall figure with brown eyes.

"Watch where your going next time pretty lady" he flirted as he admired my hair and my blue eyes.

" first of I'm not pretty secondly theirs not going to be a next time" I scolded him at the thought of me ever being pretty and U.S. Ever bumping into each other.

I may need some ideas if you could be so kind as to send me some in the comments and like I would also be happy to put u into the story.

Lots of love
Erica x