A little while after our talk the boy left. He went to go sign some papers. I couldn't even talk anymore. i was so stunned and mad and sad at the same time. I mean my grandmother was dead and my father was still out there. Everything i had is gone. I could never be the same knowing that I'm on my dads hit list and would need to be in a protective home. i would never live with myself knowing that i was also the reason why my grandmother was dead. I just wouldn't want to live anymore. I actually didn't want to live anymore. I was done.
i slowly got out of my bed and walked to the bathroom using my crutches. i looked around for something sharp to use. i had heard of cutting allot. Yes, i heard it stung at first but then it should stop. I looked in the slots in the shower for a razor but couldn't find one. i turned and looked around the sink and the medicine cabinet. Still noda. i finally chose to give up and walked back to my bed when i saw my duffel bag sitting in a chair. i hobbled over to it. i unzipped it slowly and looked through it frantically.I found my bathroom bag and pulled it out. a hint of happiness fell over me when i saw the razor. i sat down on the edge of my bed and let the razor kiss my hands leaving behind a sting and blood. i did a couple on my write arm then did the same on the other. I set the razor down on my bed and laid back.
I spent the next couple minuets in silence when i heard a knocking on the door. I sat up frantically and looked back at the door. i knew that if they saw me i wouldn't be able to see my grandmother. I jumped out of bed and started limping back towards the end of the bedroom.the door swung open upon seconds and a man stood there and cautiously came towards me. i didn't even flinch just stood there. i looked down when i saw how much i was bleeding on the floor and how far the puddle was near my feet. i looked around again and saw my last chance. i started backing away when i hit the wall. i started leaning back and pushed on it. It shattered into a million different pieces and looked strait into the doctors eyes, and of the eyes that belonged to the green eyed boy who was so nice to me for so long. i laughed and said with the most simplest tone.
"You could've never saved me. i was already dead."
They looked at me stunned. i lifted one of my hands and kissed them goodbye for the last time. then tilted back and felt the wind go through my hair. i felt myself fall and gravity take over. i looked up the whole time and fell from the seven story building. i saw the windows pass by. Sometimes there would be someone standing there looking down at me. i laughed as there eyes fallowed me and they mouthed something. I felt nothing when i died. i heard silence then screams as i drifted off into the darkness. But the darkness turned into light and i heard something call for me.
"Honey Ive been waiting for you".
"mommy is that you" i said as i took my last breath and went with the one person i loved the most.
"yes darling and grandma is here to".
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My abuser
No FicciónIn the world that we live in now you get hurt. If anything one of your neighbors could be crying or getting hit at this very second. For me that's every second of my life. With the mysterious disappearance of my mother and horrible sickness of my gr...