I throw him a pair of scissors. They're very sharp. He just looks at them on the ground. "Pick them up." I tell him. He grabs them and feels them."Alice, these are really sharp scissors." I saw him starting to sweat. He knew exactly what I was getting at with this. I roll up my left sleeve, and expose my perfectly smooth wrist. "Cut me." I tell him. He looks at the scissors, and then to me. "No." He throws them to the ground. "No Alice, I won't do this to you." I kick the scissors back towards him. "Wow. I thought you didn't really care about me. You sure acted like it a lot. Now take the scissors and cut my wrist with them. Don't make me have to threaten you." I walk towards him and give him the scissors. He opens them up. I see the blade. I want it to move across my wrist. I want him to do it for me. I want him to feel the pain that I always did and still feel. He closes his eyes and looks away as he slides the blade hard across my wrist.
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I'm sixteen years old. My parents died. I'm an only child. Before they died, they bought a cabin in the woods that's ten minutes away from our real house. They got it for me to come to over the weekends. Well I did some interesting things with the place.
There's four rooms in the place and two bathrooms. I made three of these rooms padded rooms with chairs in the middle of them and then the fourth one has a living room, kitchen, and dining room all in one room. A bathroom is connected to the room. I steal generators so I have running water and electricity.
I go to school like a normal person, but I don't really speak. Before my parents died, I had tons of friends. But I was a cutter, and when I needed some of them they weren't there for me. Now, I'm not really paid attention to. But no one cares so oh well. My feelings never mattered. I was always there for them but they never were there for me and never truly understood me. They made me cry myself to sleep every night and still do. That's why, I'm going to be brining some of them here and they'll be doing some very interesting things if they want to live.....
To be continued.............
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KorkuShe feels her friends don't care about her. It's not true. They stopped paying attention to her when she stopped talking. Now she wants them to feel the pain she felt. That's where the cabin in the woods comes into play. That's the place she traps t...