My POV
I picked up the knife. I was in my bedroom sitting on the floor in front of my bed. I heard the front door open and ran for my bathroom. I slammed the door and fell behind it crying. I couldn't take my life. I just couldn't. But what else am I supposed to do? I have zero friends, never had a boyfriend, I have been bullied my whole life from the first day of school and my life is a living hell. People tell me they will make my life worse, but honestly I don't think it could get any worse. I hear my parents stumble up the stairs drunk. If they are drunk then that means...oh shit I get a beating! Well I better prepare for it. I get up and that was a mistake. I get thrown from my place and hit my head on the side of the bathtub. fuck why does this family have to be so strong? My dad was a wrestler so he was strong, but my mom, I honestly don't know how she came to be strong. I on the other hand am really weak, so when this happens I usually end up breaking a bone or bruising something or just getting hurt really bad... because my parents make a great team.
I scream as my mom comes over to me and breaths in my face "Get up you lousy bitch." I can smell the alcohol on her breath. It makes me gag. I scream out in pain as my dad comes to help her and hits me in the face. "You heard you're mother. Get up or else..."
"Or else what? You'll beat me some more? You can beat me all you want but that doesn't mean I am going to listen to you. You're fucking drunk after all! You beat me every damn night!" I say.
"Shut up you little slut! You don't talk back to you're father like that!" he says and he slaps me in the face and then kicks me in the stomach. I am still on the floor and then my parents pull me up and drag me to my room. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! This means that there is going to be blood! Whenever they have drawn blood at anytime in beating me, they have not liked to get the rest of the house dirty so they dragged me to my room, so that I would clean up the mess sooner or later. So that means they are going to draw blood. Well here goes nothing. My dad slaps me in the face again. I think they are extra pissed because they are hitting me extra hard. My dad slaps me mom slaps. They repeat the motion, so that I am now spitting up blood. Then they start to kick me. They kick my stomach until it feels all weird and...I can't explain it. It just feels like I can't move. Then they start to kick me wherever they want; the stomach the sides the back, the legs and arms. Anywhere they can reach. I think they break a rib, I can hardly move now. It feels like I have had someone drop me off the end of a pier.
Finally they get tired and fall asleep on my bed while I stay on the floor unable to move from all the pain I am in. It hurts to even breath. I am having trouble breathing. My breaths are coming short and shallow and my lip has been bleeding for like 30 minutes and I am bleeding from cuts all over my body. Scrapes from being dragged I have a headache from hitting my head on the tub, and I also hot hit in the face and my eyes are puffy from crying. I may as well just end the fucking pain now. I see my knife that I had last night and try to grab it. It hurts so fucking bad to move, but I have to end this pain. This time my parents took it to far. I reach for the knife and pull it towards me. I put it on my throat crying. I leave it for a minute before I take the final breath. Lord please forgive me! And with that I slice my throat. I feel blood trickle down the side of my neck and then I black out. My name is Cecelia and that is the story of how I died.
Moms POV
I wake up in my daughters bed with my husband. Wait. Why am I in my daughters bed? I get up and go to the bathroom. I feel sick. I throw up all that I have in my stomach. Wow, what did I do last night? Oh, yeah. I got drunk with Jim. Damn I have a headache! I leave the bathroom and I see something red. I follow the path of something red behind the couch. I scream at the top of my voice. My precious Cecelia. My daughter is dead. What happened here last night? Oh my god! Did we beat her? How the fuck did we beat our own daughter? I fall to the floor crying. I hear Jim get out of bed and go throw up. He comes behind me and says "Shut the fuck up woman! I have a headache!"
"Well you will have a worse one when you look at whats in front of me." I whisper. I can't talk.
"What?"
"Look at the god damn floor!" I scream. Not the best hing to do when you have a headache but I am angry.
"Oh my god! Who the fuck is that? Why is she on the floor?"
"You fucking asshole! That's Cecelia!" I scream at him. "We killed our little baby! We killed Cecelia!"
Dads POV
I get up and throw up. Oh my god I have a killer headache. I hear Vivian scream at the top of her lungs like she's getting murdered. I go out of the bathroom and over to her. "Shut the fuck up woman! I have a headache!" I say to her.
"Well you will have a worse one when you look at what is in front of me." she whispers. I can tell she is in shock.
I look at the floor. "What?" I say. There is something or someone on the floor in front of my wife. It is in a pool of something red.
"You fucking asshole! That's Cecelia! We killed our little baby! We killed Cecelia!" she screams at me. Oh my god. T-that's Cecelia. Oh my god. We killed our baby girl.
