The room was dark and haunted. It seemed to radiate pain, sadness and suffering. The room had a bed with a purple blanket on it. It was the blanket that brought comfort in the night when the nightmares and the voices would appear. The blanket was given to you in an act of love from your mother. Though she can't help you now. You are too far gone. The monsters in the world have always hurt you. They show you that there is no hope. They took it from you. They made you damaged. You have only been shown pain and suffering from the hands of your father. No not your father a monster that has took your father's identity.
It's your fault anyway. You shouldn't have drove that car. It was your fault your mother is dead. Leaving you here to blame yourself. You have been told by many that it isn't your fault. You want to tell them that it is your fault. You were so stupid to have been drunk and to drive that car. She said two drink wouldn't harm anybody. She said it wouldn't matter and now she is gone. So it is your fault but you don't tell anyone what you think. You don't tell them about the monster living in your house. You won't even begin to tell them what stops the pain. The flashes of light shining of it as you drag it across your skin for the first time. You were surprised by how good it felt. But as the days went on it took more and more time to get that feeling. You decided it wasn't worth the space and money you took up in this world.
So you decided to leave the only way you knew how. Your father wouldn't suspect anything especially after he hurt you so many times and took away your innocence. This is the only way to see your mom again. You silently get up untangling yourself from his body. You quickly grab your razor knowing by the time morning rolls around you will be free. You get into the shower and turn it on. As you sit on the floor you wonder how you life would have turned out if you haven't driven that car. You slash the razor downward and for the first time you feel the pain. There is no good feeling only pain.
As your body grows weaker you start to struggle to get up but you can't. You start seeing black dots in your eyes. You think I didn't ask for this. All I wanted was a happy life a life full of love and kindness not pain and suffering. You continue to struggle to move but your body won't respond. Nothing has prepared you for the lost of a loved one. The abuse physical and mental from your father pushed you over the edge. But the worst part it that nobody cared enough to notice the bruises and cuts all over your body.The only thing you can think about is this my fault I deserve this punishment. I deserve this. You wonder if you will even make it to the light you see. Then everything goes black, dark and silent. When your father finds you in the morning he will know this is his fault. He killed your soul.
Good bye my friend!
Samantha Faith Jackson
Born December 25, 1987
Died October 16, 2001
Age 14
It is during our darkest moments that we must focus to see the light.
-Aristotle Onassis
