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"Stop!" I sobbed, trying to scratch at her wrists as her body weight held me into place.
My step-mom from hell had her babysit me again, and no matter how much I begged my fake mom to take me with her, she still chose to ignore me.
"G-get off-ff m-m-me!" I wailed again, which only made her movements more hasty and rough.
She let out a raspy grunt as she pressed her weight even harder against me, her head craned to one side while she continued her sloppy fascade.
Every time she did this to me, she always kept her wide eyes away from my red, teary ones. She tried to avoid my face as much as possible. Maybe to keep her gnawing guilt at a minimum after she finished mentally ripping me apart.
Or maybe she didn't look at me because my face was ugly. But knew that I was the only vulnerable liability in my neighborhood.
"Please!" I screamed for the last time, but she ignored me again...and broke my shattered being once more.
The nurses were holding me down again, pressing that god-awful needle into my skin as I thrashed in protest.
I remember when they used to try and reassure me when I'd have these violent facades, but now they wordlessly shove a syringe into my damaged wrist while my body unwillingly digests the effects.
That's exactly what she would do when she was raping me.
I cried even harder, trying to clutch onto one of the nurses for support, but they jerked their hand away, and a strong feeling of rejection mixed into the rest of the emotion I was experiencing at that very moment.
I want to die.
I'm filthy.
As the medication kicked in though, my screams and sobs morphed into whimpers and silent tears.
And eventually, I dozed off into an unwilling and restless sleep.
Please kill me.
No one loves me.
Y o u C a n t H e l p M e
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Fanfiction"...and lastly- and I'm sure you already know this rule. No matter how much Mr. Davis opens up, you may only treat him as a patient- nothing more, nothing less." Little did Corey know, he was about to break that one rule...
