Faint-hearted Failure

No one left

'He grabs my arm before I can get away and starts pulling me into his car; everyone is watching but they are in too much shock to stop him. BANG! He shoots out the window and the bullet hits my mum in the chest. BANG! Another dead, this time it's my little sister...

A tear trickles down my cheek as I know this is my fault; they are killing off the people who know me and I wish they would just kill me instead, but they won't let me off that easily.

My brother and father deny having anything to do with me and I sigh in relief as their lives are spared. No-one cries, no-one even acknowledges the murder, they all just stare blankly, shocked by the happenings, then walk away.'

...

"AAAAGH!" The nurses hear my scream and come rushing in, as I awake from not a dream, but a memory. I wish I had died right then and there, but instead I am here at the Copperplate Mental Institution, more commonly known as the CMI. I reassure them that I was fine and they eventually moved along, going back to their prior business.

That was 12 years ago.

Our family already was in debt with dad being fired from his job, when he used what was left of our money for his drug addiction. Mum was struggling, and I wanted to help, but being 12 no one would hire me. So, I went to desperate measures.

...

It was such an easy steal. He was sitting there on his laptop, oblivious that his wallet was on the verge of falling out of his pocket. My stop was next, and by the looks of it he wasn't getting off anytime soon. The train came to a stop and as the doors opened I took my chance, picking up my bag I swiftly grabbed the wallet and ran out the doors.

I still don't know how he found me.

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Not long after this incident, my mother and sister were murdered by that same man from the train. Then a few years after, father committed suicide, after putting my brother up for adoption. So even before all of this, I didn't really have anybody and after 9 years I am starting to like this place. It isn't like I'll be leaving anytime soon.

The main thing which keeps me going, is my little girl; Charlie, and despite being born as a result of my fathers doing, she was born a perfectly healthy and precious baby. She is talking to the doctors right now and I can hear her cries as they explain to her that I am no longer allowed visits.

...

It was during HPE, the day after my dad passed away that I realised something wasn't right. I was more anxious than usual and my period was two weeks late. My breasts were really swollen and after going to the doctors I found out that these were signs of my pregnancy.

Not only was I a primary student carrying a child, but the child I was carrying and I shared the same father. It had to be him, he was the only person I had ever slept with, and obviously not by choice but as I mentioned previously, I was a victim of rape.

I know what you might be thinking, but my dad was an amazing person; well at least until I was about 10, that was when the bullying got to such a severe level that I attempted suicide.