Wait Stop!

4

I trembled slightly on the bed. It's still morning. Around 10:37AM. Mark's sleeping. It's been like 3-4 hours since well.. all of that happened.

I got up shakily. I might warm up his breakfast and eat some of that.

I slipped on my new oversized grey sweater and some yoga pants. I walked out of the room quietly and rummaged through the fridge to find where Mark put the food.

After finding some of the food I didn't even heat it up, I just ate it.

Then I checked on Mark and he was still sleeping. I smiled to myself slightly, knowing he wouldn't stop me from what I'm about to do.

I went to the bathroom and locked the door behind me. Once I found my razor in the cabinets I smiled contently.

I know I just got out of the hospital for this but I wanted to feel it again. I wanted feel the satisfaction of blood pouring out of the slits. The satisfaction of the bleeding red cuts all over my arms and thighs.

I pulled my sleeves up only for them to reveal healing red cuts. I smiled at them. But there was more room.

I took off my pants and found that there was no more room on my thighs either. I made a grumpy face. I stared at my stomach. Maybe..?

It might be just as satisfying.

I pressed the blade on the soft flesh of my stomach and dragged it across the skin. I smiled as little bubbles of blood followed the razor. I finished the first cut. I readied the razor at another area on my stomach.

I did it over and over again. Press and drag. Press and drag. Press and drag.

My stomach was bleeding profusely. I wiped the blood off. I wrapped my stomach in some gauze then pulled my sweater down.

I put the razor back in the cabinet and walked out of the bathroom.

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A few weeks passed. The abuse continued. So did the rape.

"Jack get in here now!" I heard Mark yell from across the house. I shivered slightly. I ran over to where his voice came from.

"Y-yes Mark..?" I mumbled.

He grabbed my wrist making me yelp. I tugged back my wrist and massaged it. He only glared at me devilishly.

"I thought I told you to go shopping today for more bed sheets and soap," he growled. "I-I didn't have en-enough time Mark! W-we don't have m-much money left e-either.." I stammered, tears leaving my eyes like water falls.

"Well then get a fucking job!" He yelled, throwing a punch to my stomach harshly. I fell over with a scream of pain.

"M-Mark it's n-not that easy.." I wheezed as I held my stomach in pain. He stared down at me like something that was unworthy to him. "I've had enough of your shit, you're sleeping the dark room tonight, and you're applying for a job tomorrow," he scowled at me.

My eyes widened as the words 'the dark room' left his mouth. I started to visibly tremble before him. "P-please don't make me sleep in there please! Mark you know I don't like the dark!" I sobbed, trying to get up from the floor.

"I know," he mumbled, grabbing my wrist and pulling me off the ground. I hissed in pain as his grip tightened, pulling at my fresh cuts.

He dragged me to the "dark room" and me threw in there. I was too weak to get up in time to run out. He closed and locked the door behind me. As soon as I heard that click my heart rate sped up quickly.

More salty tears welled up in my eyes as the darkness around me seemed to suck up all the air in my lungs. I was panting heavily and I felt like I couldn't move. Like the darkness was walls closing in on me.