Stop it!

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Do it again your not doing it right get it right! Now do it faster! I SAID FASTER!
It shouted at me again. I was doing it wrong. Do you want to live or die. No choice you have to go! I don't want to die. But I don't want to live. Then you have to try to kill yourself. But I don't want to die! That's the thing you do I know it you know it admit it you want to die I want to die I don't want to live anymore. Good. Slit slit cut cut. Good.

Tanya shouted me. When I didn't awnser I heard footsteps running upstairs I hid the knife and cleaned myself up as Tan unlocked the door. "God you scared me!"  I shot her a quizzical look. Don't tell her about me.

I had to pretend like nothing was up. Tan could tell there was. "Everything ok then hun?"
Say yes fine Tanya.
"Yes fine Tanya."
Tanya dropped her cutlery. "TANYA! I'M FINE WITH TAN OR MUM BUT NOT TANYA! YOU ARE MY DAUGHTER! DON'T EVER CALL ME THAT AGAIN!"
Shrug your shoulders
I shrug "Water ever Tanya!"
Storm off and lock your door and do it!
I did as I was told. Cut cut cut. Slice slice slice. More more you need to do it more!
I listen cutting at every angle not hearing my door unlock. Zoë walks in. Ignore it. Carry on. Cut cut cut. "STOP IT YOUR HURTING YOURSELF!"
Cut cut cut. I was addicted I couldn't stop. Zoë snatches the knife and chucks it across the room. Run! bathroom! I do as in told. "ON NO YOU DON'T MISSY!!" She wants to stop you don't let her!

I snap back to reality. Zoë looking angry mum staring at me in disbelieve. "What happened?" I say. "Don't lie missy why are you doing this your hurting yourself!"
"I am?" I see my arms "I did this?"
They nod. "I didn't I've only just woke up!" They shake there heads. Cut. Cut. Cut. How does it feel?
"Good I guess" they stare at me. (Laughing) do it remember again and again. "I will do it." I say again. They stare at me there jaw wide open. "Zoë leave a second please"

Tanya pov:
They were back. The voices. I talked to her as they did to me all those year ago.
I had a 'good' conversation with her. She was gone. I had to bring her back. I hugged her, I loved her. I showed how much I care. I doesn't work. All I see is dullness in those once lively eyes.

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