The Bad Boy Healed my Scars

Prologue

Prologue

"Slut!"

"Hoe!"

"Ew she smells like trash!"

Everywhere I went, the same words taunted me. They repeated in my mind, over and over again, even when no one said them. It was impossible to look at myself in a mirror and not see those words appear. It was as if I was trapped in a cage, and I couldn't hear anything but that.

"Desperate bitch, would take a cent just to get down and dirty."

Is it hard to handle it? It was so fucking hard at first, but eventually I realized that I can't handle and never will be able to.

"Hey, I know you! You were on that porn site my elder brother goes on."

Make it stop, make it stop, I can't take it anymore.

"You little hoe,"

"Go die,"

"Rejected,"

"Desperate,"

"Little Beth slut"

Just like that I gripped the blade and slid it across my skin. I screamed in pain and fell to the ground as my head slammed against the ground. I was losing feeling in my whole body, nothing felt as if it was functioning.

"Yes, she's dying"

"Die! Die! Die!"

"Have fun in Hell slut"

My mind didn't shut up, the voices were still there. I screamed louder, not because of the pain of the cut, because I could still hear the voices.

"Elizabeth!"

This voice was different, it wasn't inside of me.

"No Elizabeth!"

It was my mother, and it wasn't in my head. Her face appeared above me and she looked in shock. Suddenly, I couldn't make the outline of her features due to how blurry everything was around me.

"Why Beth?!"

I don't even know myself.

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Okay so I did end up writing something. Now this is just great, I get to "express" and "show" my so called "emotions" in my writing. Whatever, I wanna do this to get my mind off other stuff happening in my life right now.