FRAGMENT | NORMINAH

ONE

SELF HATRED;
an extreme dislike or hatred of oneself

Blood drops were found all over the bathroom floor leading up to the bathtub that was no longer filled with clear water. My knife was covered in red, just like the carpets, bathtub, and my wrists. This is the day that I no longer have to force myself on men. This is the day that I no longer have to keep my mouth shut. This...is the day....that i'm free.

I cried as I watched the blood flowing out of my cuts. Not because I regret what i'm doing, but because of what made me do this. Selling your body for a month may not seem as bad as it sounds, but when you're being forced it definitely puts an affect on your head.

My mom and my pimp, Dinah Hansen, made a deal that if my mother sold me to Dinah she would get a large income of money, and that's sure enough what she did. Ever since my mom gave me away I haven't had anyone that actually loves me in my life, but obviously that bitch didn't love me enough to keep me from being a prostitute.

"Why me?" i blurted out with tears running down my face.

I looked down at my arms and was shocked. No more blood was visible, it's like it just stopped. The cuts were so deep and I sliced my arms up everywhere. My heart started thumping as if it was about to plunge out of my chest.

"Why isn't this working?"

"Normani?" a polynesian voice asked.

Loud bangs on the bathroom door repeatedly got stronger. Dinah tried her hardest to twist the knob and it didn't work.

"Normani, you have five fucking seconds to open this god damn door or else it is not gonna be a good fucking day for you."

I sat there soaking in my own blood, my heart speeding up each time she pounds on the door. I got dizzier and dizzier as the seconds passed by. I tried to remain focused on the door so that whenever Dinah came in I might have enough energy to run past her. But at this rate, it doesn't look like that's going to happen.

DOOR SLAMS DOWN

"NORMANI!"