Gwen's pov!
I slowly crept down the hall to make sure he wasn't in sight. i looked from side to side and began to head down the stairs for the door. "dad..where are you?"i poked my head out from the stairs. "right here."he pushed me down a flight of stairs and i landed harshly onto the wooden floor. my father ran towards me with a belt in his hand and i tried to crawl away,but he was already by my side. "maybe beating you would teach you a lesson."he sneered before hitting me hard with the belt. i screamed out in pain as he kept hitting me violently. i kept staring down into the floor,hoping this would end. "Gwen?"my father sneered,but i ignored him and kept looking at the floor. "look at me when i am talking to you!"he smacked me across the face with the belt and grabbed a fist full of my hair so i would face him. "promise me you will never see that boy again and i wont kill you."he hissed deathly. "you can hurt me all you want but i will never listen to you."i hissed under my breath. he punched me hard in the face and i spit out a mouth full of blood. he grabbed a loosen tv wire and slapped me in the face,making a large scar across my cheek. he slapped me multiple times all over with the wire until blood soaked my clothes. he grabbed a picture frame,then my head and smashed my face into it until it was nothing but small pieces of glass. he picked me up by the leg and flung me over to a wall,making me clutter on the floor like a knife being dropped. he grabbed a hold of my arm and began to twist it and i started to scream. "will you listen to me now..?"he hissed like a snake in my ear. "never."i cried out. he twisted my arm hard and a loud crack was heard. i began to wail in pure agony. "now get up to your room and clean your bitch self up. i don't want you all bloody later when i beat you again."he slapped me in the face again with the whip and i crawled up the stairs slowly to my room. a large puddle of blood followed me as i limp-crawled into my room. i collapsed on the floor,my blood surrounding me. i turned over on my back and stared up at the ceiling. ever since i have been going out with Trent..my dad thinks that it's a bad idea for me to do so and he beats me so i would listen to him and break up with Trent. he is the only one who understands and listens to me. i crawled up into my bed and stared out into the gray and raining atmosphere and hugged my knees. i haven't seen Trent in over a year now since the beating started..i miss him so much. i cried silently into my bloody hands and listened to the rain plummet outside gently. i got out a knife and a paintbrush and slit my wrists open. i cringed at the pain and let the blood flow onto the paintbrush. i dragged the blood coated brush across my wall,drawing and writing words that describe the world as i live in. the words formed into a bruised and scared skull with a broken heart inside. i painted a heart and smeared it with my hand,turning it into what looks like fire. i cried out in pain and threw the brush at the wall. i collapsed onto the bloody floor and tears flowed down my eyes onto my cuts,infecting them. i grabbed the knife off of my bed and cut deeper into the wounds. if only i would have the courage to stab this deep into my heart and end it all..but i know Trent would miss me...i cant go alone without my love. i curled up in a ball on the floor and cried silently to myself. i picked up a photo of Trent hugging me dearly. tears fell onto the photo,turning it moist and smeared. i crumpled the photo in my hand and threw it at the wall. i grabbed a bottle of whiskey i stashed under my bed and drank until i passed out.
Well, I know the feeling
Of finding yourself stuck out on the ledge
And there ain't no healing
From cutting yourself with the jagged edge
I'm telling you that
It's never that bad
And taking that something is where at
Lay down on the floor
And your not sure
You can take this anymore
I was driving home from school in the dark and rain,not wanting to go back to hell and deal with my father. i want to run all the way back to Vancouver and jump into Trent's arms and stay there forever. tears streamed down my cheeks as i kept thinking of the happy times i had with Trent. "i'd like to...dedicate..this song to....Gwen Patterson."the radio blurred. i gasped and turned up the radio slightly. it was him..he was singing my favorite song..just for me. the tears in my eyes made my vision blurry and my driving became crooked. i noticed black,thick smoke flowing up into the air as i drove closer to my house. i parked my car a few blocks from my house and i stopped in my tracks when i saw flames pouring out of the house. the fire screamed words at me as tears fell from my eyes. my mother burst screaming out of the house and my father following her with a gun. i hid behind a tree and watched the scene that played before me. my mother tripped onto the ground and my father turned her over and held the gun to her chest. "you filthy bitch,i hope you learn you lesson of having an affair with another person."he hissed and tightened his fingers around the trigger. there was nothing i could do..it was going to happen and i was the next one to die. i saw my mother look at me with frightening eyes. "don't shoot!"i cried out. he turned around and aimed the gun at me. "do you want to be first?"he crept towards me. i gulped and walked backwards into the tree. "get away from her!"my mother slapped the gun out of his hand and it slid across the flooded grass. my father picked her up by the neck and began to choke her. lightening struck the sky and it hit the house,making the flames even bigger. i grabbed my mother's hand and yanked her out of my father's grip. "fine,i don't care if i kill you both at once."he picked the gun back up and aimed at me. i closed my eyes and gripped my mother's hand in fear. the loud gun shot went off..but nothing happened. i heard something collapse before me. i opened my eyes and found my blood soaked mother in front of me. i knelt down beside her and checked her pulse. no results..i lied her shivering hand on her chest and looked up at my father. "how could you?"i shouted. "you're lucky i didn't kill you!"he screamed and shot me in the shoulder. i fell back onto the ground and grasped my awfully bleeding shoulder. another gun shot went off and a sharp pain ripped into my thigh. my breathing started to slow down and my heart beat did the same. lightening struck the sky again and it came plummeting down into my dad. he slid across the grass on his side and he began to shake violently. blood poured all around on the grass and the rain began to wash it away. Vancouver isn't that far away..i stood up and began to walk away from the horrid death. i gave one last look at the burning house and two bloody corpses lying on the ground waiting to find peace and i drove off in my car towards Vancouver. i stopped at an apartment building and limped towards the front door and knocked on the door softy. the door creaked open and there stood a half awake Trent. "Gwen..is that you? what happened?"he asked fully awake now. i collapsed before him and he gently carried me up to his room. "you looked like you were beaten..please tell me what happened."he lifted my chin up and i looked away. "my father.."i croaked. "what did he do this time..?"his face seemed to turn angry. "h-he..killed...-."i cut myself off with sobbing into his chest. "ssh,ssh. don't cry..everything's going to be alright."he soothed gently. after a few hours or so of crying,he decided to clean up my bloody wounds. i sunk down deep into the water,hoping to drown myself and die. "this might sting a little."he touched my shoulder wound with a piece of cotton and i groaned out in pain. i sat on his bed with a towel wrapped around me. "are you sure you don't want to talk about what happened..?"he put his hand on my cheek and i nodded. i lied down on his comfortable bed and looked at him. "yes,Gwen?"he smiled. "i'm tired,but i cant sleep. would you play me a lullaby..?"i whispered. "of course i will."he kissed me on the cheek and got out his acoustic guitar and began to play softly. "We found him with his face down in the pillow,with a note that said I'll love her till I die. And when we buried him beneath the willow. The angels sang a whiskey lullaby. Lalalalalalala, Lalalalalalala. Life is short but this time it was bigger than the strength she had to get up off her knees. We found her with her face down in the pillow clinging to his picture for dear life. We laid her next to him beneath the willow. While the angels sang a whiskey lullaby. Lalalalalalala, Lalalalalalala.."he softly sang into my ears with passion. i had fallen asleep as soon as the beautiful song ended. i curled up in his lap and held him tight,happy to be in his arms again and out of sight of the devil himself.
