Untold Secrets

There. To my right I hear it, the sound of shoes on gravel. I try to scream but they have duct taped my mouth shut. I turn my head in their direction but it's no use since they've blind folded me. What have I done to deserve this? Why have they chose me, a nobody, a useless nobody? And who are they exactly? I don't know but I will find out.

            *Two months earlier*

"MOM STOP PLEASE!" I scream as her hand comes crashing down across my face.

"You worthless bitch." She hisses bringing her hand down once again.

I try my hardest not to scream and curl up on the ground to protect myself. I need to get out of here, I think, before it gets any worse than it already is. It wasn't like this before what... what happened. Ever since then she's been beating me night and day. I would be able to take it but it's hard when everyone at school beats me as well. I don't know just... it's become harder to keep my Inner self in. I have to leave this hell hole before it gets out.

She slaps me again and throws me against the wall which causes me to whine just a little bit.

"Don't like this? Well too bad you deserve it." She whispers in my ear before punching me in the stomach. I slide down the wall crying silent tears as she spits on me and walks away. I must leave tonight otherwise it's just going to get even worse. I doubt I'd even see tomorrow If I stay here.

I get up slowly, feeling each part of my body protest against it but I don't listen. She tells me to stop, to rest, but I can't. I tell her to shut up but she's aroused now and ready to fight. No you can't, not yet. I promise you'll get time to be free but not now. Not here. I tell her. She Complains back to me and tries to get out but I push her back, just barely winning.

I walk to my room and lock the door behind me. I walk over to my dresser and open the third drawer on the right, taking the razor I taped to the bottom of it. I walk over and sit on my bed, lifting my sleeve while I do so. I stare at the marks I've made before remembering what every single one was there for. A few tears fall onto my arm and I look away, bringing the razor to my skin. I make a small cut, watching the blood begin to flow like a red river. I do it again and again watching the blood rain onto my floor. I've never felt so alive, so happy.

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