You Promised

// part one //

Abigail Rose's Thoughts:

I have this issue. You see I think way to much or not enough. Some people call it a talent. I on the other hand call it a burden. Right now I'm pretty stuck. I just moved out of a hell house were I was miserably abused in for eighteen years. The details are gory and gruesome but I find it interesting to think about. I very much enjoy the concept of insanity. After studying a bit I have concluded my mother was undoubtedly and utterly insane. The thing that worries my the most and leaves me in physical unbearable pain is to think that one day I could wind up just like her. A murdering psycho path who enjoys drugs, drugs, and more drugs. Who could forget the poison she brought to her lips nightly as if she was dehydrated in a abandon desert. She loved alcohol more then she loved her own children. The men she brought home from parties and that came in and out of my house until we were eventually staying with them. Back and forth, back and forth. This unstable life still screwed me over and I feel like I'm drowning. Between popping the pills I needed so I do not become the person I despise and the overwhelming desire to be free from a life style where I'm fear I cannot be me. But who am I? Who is Abigail Rose?

Abigail Rose's POV:

I got out of the bed that I spend most of my time in and managed to eat something without feeling like absolute shit about myself. Something was ringing, I couldn't tell if it was the ringing in my ears or if for some ungodly reason someone was trying to call me. I looked at the ticking clock and to my surprise it was three am. I haven't slept in days nor do I want to as I relive everything from my past when I drift off.
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I suddenly gasp as I came out from under the water in my bath. I splashed the scolding water over my face and began to cry. I didn't know why I was crying but it felt nice to. I hadn't in awhile and I guess things had built up. This happens a great deal. As my  face was buried in my hands a breeze had danced across my back and I was cover in goosebumps. I thought about what my back looked like, pale with my spin visible as ever cover in bumps. I shuttered as I couldn't handle the thought of my body. I wrapped my body in a thin towel after I had cleansed myself. I closed my eyes while passing the mirror and made my way to my room. I laid in bed undressed and passed out knowing I would regret it in the morning.