You No Longer Walk Alone~Blake Bliss~

Vale Blue Collins

Vale's POV

I live a life filled with pain, sorrow, depression, anger. No one can fix me. I listen to the words being hollered at me. Fat. Ugly. Stupid. Worthless. They are forever etched into my brain. I find myself watching my arms leak red liquid. My arm is like my beautiful canvas, with the deep color of red being my paint. My only paintbrush being sharp, and jagged. People don't understand the pain I go through everyday. The fights I have with myself everyday just to stay alive.

My parents know of my problems, they knew of the bullying going on at school, they knew, but they didn't care. They think that I need help, but they don't want to lose money to save their own daughter from her demons.

Everybody says music is their escape, and it is what helps them get through life, and I can say the same. Sometimes. When I say sometimes, I mean the person writing that song, knows how to fix a broken body covered in scars, but how long does that last until they find themselves going back to the blade, to the pills, the gun, the rope. The power of the song only lasts for a few days, maybe weeks, but it doesn't last forever.

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"Vale!" I heard my mother call from downstairs. I sighed getting up from my bed, and I turned my music down. I trudged through the hall and down the stairs, placing myself on the couch. I looked at my parents with an eyebrow raised because they were actually smiling at me for once. My parents and I have never had a good relationship. The day I was born my mom wanted to give me up for adoption, but my father said to give me a chance. So, by the time I was five, I became very hyper, and my parents got very fed up with me. They weren't gonna put me up for adoption, because they needed to seem like a well rounded family. The days they did take me out to dinner or to do nice things, they were the greatest parents anyone could ask for.

That was only a mask that they hide behind. At home they are constantly yelling at me, but when they aren't yelling, they ignore me.

"Well, honey. Your father and I have been thinking about it, and we have decided to move. We want to be a family, and the only way we can think of that is to move out of this town so your bullying stops, and you spend more time out of your room." I threw my hands in my air out of anger. "I don't want to move, this house is where I grew up, I even have my hands prints on the porch, in the concrete. I don't even want to be family, you have treated me like shit long enough, and if I had enough money, I would move out, and live on my own." Their smiles curled into a frown and their normal anger towards me returned.

"Go to your room, and pack your stuff." My mother said before walking out of the room, you could practically see devil horns growing from her head."We are leaving tomorrow morning." I rolled my eyes walking back upstairs. I slammed my door closed screaming at the top of my lungs. Once I finally calmed down, I decided to just pack, because screaming isn't going to get me anywhere. I pulled out suitcases from underneath my bed. Opening my closet, I packed all my shirts, and the few dresses I owned. Next I was on my way to my dresser. I opened the top draw pulling out all my jeans, and shorts. I packed everything else, but the one thing I hold dear and near to my heart.

It was a tiny black box. About the size of a box that would hold a wedding ring. It held my only friend. Her name was Blade. She was sharp, and shiny. Her touch to my skin was cold, yet relieving. You can call me crazy, do whatever but this really helps me.

The only reason I didn't pack her was because I needed her with me in the car. I never leave the house without a sweatshirt, long pants, and blade. I kind of need them to survive. If that makes any sense.