I look at myself in the mirror and see my ugly self. I get abused everyday causing me to have bruises everywhere. I look down at my arms as I make a deep cut in it. What do I do to prevent from getting abused?
I sit there now, on the floor in front of the mirror, bleeding out from my deep cuts. Why can't I just die? But I have to keep living for I am only 16.
I hear the door creak open. "Connie get your ass up and take out the garbage!" It was my father. He drinks a lot and does a lot of drugs. He did all this since my mother died 10 years ago.
I went to take out he garbage in the pitch black night with my arms still bleeding. Then I heard the door slam. "You can stay out here you bitch! For what you've done!" He blames me for my mothers death when it was his fault.
He really didn't care about my mother, really. She got kidnapped one day and got raped. She eventually died giving birth to the kidnapper's child, which got adopted later that night. I never saw him again. Till this day he blames me.
I laid down by the front door now crying as I draw pictures with my blood on the ground. Till I fall asleep awaiting my horrible day that is yet to come.
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Why Do I Love You - An Adam Gontier Story
FanfictionHi. I'm Connie and this is the story of my life. It started out with my parents abusing me to meeting the savor of my life, Adam Gontier. Eventually my life gets worse. I thought that meeting Adam would turn my life around but well my life got worse.
