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I walk to my apartment building where I live alone. My parents didn't exactly approve of my sexuality and I didn't want to deal with that struggle so I moved out. We still have a pretty decent relationship. (Her sexuality is Pansexual btw)
I unlock the door to my apartment and walk in with my headphones playing Fall Out Boy, completely oblivious to the world. Suddenly I'm roughly pushed against the wall with someone gripping my wrist, pinning me there. I look up and see Lucas, faces centimeters apart.
"L-Lucas... H-how did you g-get in?"
He smirks at me, "The key under the potted plant."
Fuck.... I forgot about that key and how he's seems me use it so many times.... I tend to forget my keys a lot. I stare into his angry almost animalistic furious eyes, terrified. When I keep thinking about how this would go I'm suddenly brought back from my mind.
"...with me... ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING CASSANDRA?!" He screams, you could practically see steam coming from his ears.
"N-no, I-I'm sorry I drifted off..." I say softly.
He huffs and tightens his grip on my hands. "What happened today... Isn't going to happen again okay? You can't leave me..."
All of a sudden I have some small amount of courage that compels me to say to him "I already have... Get out of my house Lucas," I say with my eyes pooling up with water. I struggle out of his grip and push him out the door. I run to my room and collapse on my bed. When I do, I see the black lace box on my bed.
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I grab the box and roll up my sleeve seeing the words I've craved, Unnatural, pathetic, Attention whore. All things carved permanently on my skin. I open the lace box and see clean razors, I grab on and write the letter L across my forearm. Blood oozes off my arm on to my sheets but I'm numb to seeing my blood now. The pain feels reliving. I carve the rest of the letters, spelling L-U-C-A-S. After I roll up my other sleeve and write deep lines across my arms where the blood drips to the bed from there. Not deep enough for blood loss but it'll have to do for tonight...
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I fall into a deep sleep and toss and turn all night, trying to numb the pain the felt today and well always carry with me. The voices and demons will always be there... At least for me.
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