Suicide Girl

Life Before Death

Authors note:
Ok guys this first chapter is all about Elizabeth's past when her mother was alive. Hope you like my book, vote and comment!! Btw the picture above is Elizabeth and her mother.

🔹Elizabeth's P.O.V🔹

It's my 14th birthday and I'm sitting in my room alone. I'm so pathetic. My dads at work and my moms asleep still, probably because it's 7 in the morning.

I start to doze off because it's so early and there's nothing to do, but I jump up to the sound of singing.

"Happy birthday to you..." And you get the point.

"Happy birthday sweetie. I love you" my mom kissed my head and handed me a colorfully wrapped box.
"What is it?" I shake it to see if the sound will give it away but it just sounds like a rock.
"Open it and find out silly!"

I carefully unwrap the bow and paper to see an IPhone 6+.

"Oh my gosh, you didn't!!!" I squeal while hugging her.
"You were the only 13 year old who didn't have a phone, so why not give you the best kind at 14?"
"I love you so much mom!"
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That night my dad came home drunk, he's been doing that a lot lately. I hear his footsteps in the kitchen and then I hear yelling.
I start to creep down the stairs to see if I can hear them better.
"That little brat doesn't deserve anything, she's not my kid!"
"Don't you dare say that about her Harold! She is as much as your kid as she is mine but your to stupid and drunk all the time to see it"
I heard a loud slap and my moms yelp as she hit the floor. I took another step down and the board creaked a little.
"Elizabeth? Is that you? Get your ass in here!" My dad called.
I've been scared of my dad, stepdad to be exact, but not as scared as I am now. I could feel my eyes water up as I made my way down the stairs into the kitchen.

"What have I told you about eavesdropping on me and your moms conversations?"

All I could do was look down at the floor where my mom was still laying covering her face where she was slapped.

"I asked you a question! Look at me when I'm talking to you!"

When I was about to look up I felt a sharp pain on my left cheek. I was slapped.

"Stop it right now, I think you need to leave and come back to get your things when you are sober enough." My mom got off the floor and was holding my hand.

"This is MY house and you will not tell me to leave women!" He shoved her back to the ground but this time her head hit the side of the table. She hit the ground and then stopped moving. I could see a pool of blood start to form around her head.
My eyes widen to the size of golf balls and all I could do was stare down at my unconscious mom.
"MOM! Wake up! Please you have to wake up! Dad do something, call the cops, don't just stand there!"

He just stood there, and then I could see the hint of a small smile form at his mouth.

"Elizabeth" He's looking at me now with a full grin "Go upstairs, now."

Just then my step brother Brody walks in also drunk. Brody is 4 years older than me and a total pervert. He's always looking at me like a dog would at a piece of meat.

He looks down at mom and back at my step dad and smiles, "Well finally, it took you long enough."

  "You guys are sick! I'm telling the cops everything. You meant to do this, you meant to kill her. Why!? Why would you do this?" I'm on my knees next to her sobbing when Brody jerked me up and started dragging me upstairs.
  "Let me go Brody! Now!"
He put me on his bed and took off his shirt.
  "I've been wanting to do this for a long time, let me show you how sick I am and maybe teach you a few things on the circle of life while I'm at it."

He put duck tape on my mouth and pinned me down to the bed while he started to tie my arms and legs to the bed.

I tried to scream but the tape muffled it. This is it, this is really happening. Brody started taking off my clothes. He leaned up to kiss my neck and the tears just keep on falling as I continue to try to kick and scream.
  "Come on Lizy, it won't be that bad. Now look at me! I want you to watch me touch you, and kiss you, and do whatever the hell I want to you."

I closed my eyes and stopped struggling because it was no use. When he was finally done he untied me and took off my duck tape.
I just laid there in his bed staring at nothing trying to process everything that just happened.
My mom was dead and now this all in one day. I knew I would never be the same after this. And I was right because it happened everyday of my life after it.