"I want my daddy back! where is he??!? She yells at the man, with tears streaming down her face. He brushes the tears away. "I'm here baby girl" "NO!" She screams. His eyes starting to fill with tears as she continues to speak in a calm but shaky voice. "You can't be my daddy wouldn't do this.....he would do anything to make me smile..." she trialed off as more tears fell from her eyes. "he-he-he...he wouldn't make me cry...' She said in a almost whisper. He looks away in displeasure. 'Baby. I never meant to hurt you. i, i, i just love her.' he answer in sorrow. "what about me?!" i'm suppose t be your daughter. aren't you suppose to fight for me too?" she began to speak in a even shakier voice then before. "you can't be my Daddy if aren't fighting for me. He told me he would always fight for me. No matter what came in the way." She finished as she quickly wiped it away with her sleeve. The man just looked at her with sorrow in his eyes. "what am i suppose to do? I love you both" He said almost questioning his words. "Fight" She spoke quietly as her breathing hitched and she bursted into tears. After a moment of silence she began to speak again but this time she almost seemed scared. "My Daddy always tells me that the demons are just in my head And that things will be okay. But you're the demon! you're doing this to me!!" His face dropped as he stared at the floor with tears streaming down his cheeks and on to the floor. "Baby I love you. Please don't say that" he spoke as he walked forward to hug her. "NO YOU DON'T" She screamed running to her room and slamming the door. She stood in front of the mirror at her horrid reflection. Her eyes red and glassy from crying. Her hair messed up up from running her fingers through it. Her cheeks stained black from mascara and eyeliner filled tears flowing down it. "Maybe if you weren't so ugly he would fight for you" The demons from within spat at her. "Maybe if you were normal he would fight for you....maybe if you were anyone but your self but yourself he would have fought for you and not her!" They finished with a sniffle as many more tears ran down her face. *knock knock* "you okay sweetie?" He spoke through the door. He heard nothing in reply and spoke again. "you want to talk?" " I already talked to you. Go away" She spoke as her voice cracked several "Okay....I'm here if you need me.." He said in a forceful cheerful voice. trying to convince himself things would be okay, before he hesitantly walked away. "you push everyone away, Would it kill you to let someone in? The demons with her head spoke again. "It would. wouldn't it? it would kill you to let someone in because you can't forget the past. your anxiety would literally eat you alive and slowly kill you...They say your just going through a lot right now..and are mentally unstable . But you know you're not. you're just crazy I mean look at your self. You're talking to yourself for crist sake....you're selfish. Annoying. Ignorant fat. Ugly. Nobody wants you here! not even your own father." They paused for a second, as she starts into your glassy eyes. "just end it already" She speaks as she lets out a loud cry and slams her fist into the mirror. It breaks into a million pieces flying toward her. Her knuckles are already bleeding. She pulls her first away from what's left of the broken mirror. She thinks it's so beautiful...how the mirror is broken...just like her. She looks at the red marks that suddenly appear on her arm and hand from the glass that's cutting her. She picks up a shard from the floor and stares at the point, her eyes light up as if in approval..then they darken again as she rolls up the stained sleeve. She takes the shard seep into her wrist and drags it across her wrist tarring the veins open. She's stares at the cut for a moment. she tilts her head. she takes the point of the glass and presses it into her skin at the top of her wrist. slowly she stabs it further in, then she drags in all the way down her arm, without a doubt cutting apart all the veins that cross the path of glass. and she starts again at the top of her wrist. Then once more, Three maybe a few for good luck The demons add as she begins slicing her wrist apart in all different directions with tears plunging from her eyes. finally, with a pool of blood on the floor next to her, and more flowing out her wrist she started to smile as she could feel herself slipping away into a sleep she would never wake up from. This was her first true smile in almost five years. "I'm sorry daddy" I hope she was worth it" She murmured with the very last breath she will ever take.
