Samantha

 Samantha sighed as she closed her bedroom door. Tears flowed down her cheeks as she did. Rolling up her sleeves, she hurriedly searched for something. A small object that allowed her to draw and to express herself. Alas, it only used red ink.

With a thankful sigh, she found the object. A small razor blade, one that she had taken from a pencil sharpener. Locking her door, she slowly slid down the wooden frame. She peered down at her pale skin, it littered with small white lines. She took her blade and pressed the cold metal to her skin. As she sliced, she thought to herself.

One slice for the damage done,

Two for those who did it,

One more for all I did wrong,

Two for who I lost.

One for momma, who has to put up with me,

Two for daddy, who doesn't care.

One more for my family, those who I disappointed,

Two for I, the disappointment.

Twelve. She had twelve, red incisions on her pretty skin. As blood fell, her tears did as well. Such a shame, beautiful scars on critical veins. She shut her eyes and sighed, farther down this hell hole she fell........