Okay so just another love story right?
Well this one has a grim some twist.
Mental hospitals are for freaks is what the popular snobby bitches would say.
17 year old Samantha Black, A. K. A, Viper was an ordinary emo. Well not ordinary t...
This is Viper above. WARNING: This book may be a trigger if you cut. If you are suicidal, and/or think you might become suicidal, please be aware. All rights reserved. Please enjoy.
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Viper's POV.
Go kill yourself. You don't belong here. I wish you weren't even my daughter. Your father should have killed you when he had the chance.
The thought of what my "mother" had screamed in my face as she beat me senseless came rushing back to me. Haunting me.
So here I lay. In my bathroom floor, a dozen pills in hand, and a blade in the other.
My broken shower razor lay beside me. They should really secure these things more. More safely.
Should I really do this.
What about Kasey. She needs you. Yeah, well I am a bad example she will be better off without me.
I push the blade into my skin deep and slowly pull across my arm. Opening up other scars.
I do it again. Allowing the pain to endure me.
I slide it down again. Three more times. I do the same to my other arm.
I do it to my legs and hips as well.
I bring it back up to my wrist and slide it downwards really hard and deep.
I scream in pain. I hit a vain. Oh great.
My mom walks in.
She laughs an evil laugh.
"Stupid. Just kill yourself right. Well I am not letting you do that. If anything I want to be the one to kill you.
I see Kasey behind her.
She has tears rushing down her face.
She runs away probably calling the hospital. Again.
Mom pick me up by my hair and slams me against the tile wall.
"Stupid bitch" she is drunk as always.
"Mom please stop. Please. I will do whatever you say just stop. "
She doesn't.
I see her pick up the bear bottle I had beside me.
She smashed it and slashed my face with it.
"Your useless to me. "
She takes off her belt and starts whipping me. Harder an harder. I scream in pain. My cuts are on fire.
I can't get up now or even move.
That is when dad walks in.
He pushes her out the door. And locks it.
He is always so nice to me.
"Dad please help me!"
He stands there with an evil smile across his face.
"Dad?" I ask scared.
He walks towards me and lays me down across the tile floor.
"You look painful! Get in the shower and wash off!" He says calmly.
"Well get out!" I say.
"I will but I have to make sure you get in first. I won't look. Promise!" He says reassuring.
"Okay!"
He turns away and I undress. This is so awkward.
I turn on the shower and get on closing the door behind me.
I hear the door open and shut and I felt relived. That is until I still saw a shadow.
I was now frightened.
I hear him lock the door back.
He opens the shower door and steps in naked.
I scream but he just slaps me.
I fall to the ground.
I see his hand and he has a pocket knife.
He gets on top of me and I struggle but he slices me arm.
I cry uncontrollably.
He spreads my legs and I know it was useless to struggle. So instead I just cry and wish this was all a dream.
Skip sorry guys. I am not that kind of person
The pain was unbearable.
He shuts the water off and that's when I black out.
