Majora, Can't control me... (Ben Drowned Love story)

Chapter 3

I open my eyes to a blinding light. My nostrils filled with the odor of pain killers and peroxide. My head hurts. If I'm dead then why am I in heaven? If I'm in heaven then why does my head still hurt and why does it smell like a hospital?

I look to the side and notice a heart moniter. Great. I'm in a hospital.

"There! She tried to kill me! My own flesh and blood tried to kill me like she killed her father making it look like an accident!" I heard my mother cry.

My head pounding even more as I was dragged out of the hospital bed.

"N-no! It's not true! She tried to drown me and I thought she-" I was interupted.

"See? My own daughter framing me for somwthing she did to herself! She was high all the time and always beat me!" my mother screamed.

"No! Mom! Please! Don't let them take-"

"I'm sorry. It's for your own good," she said as they put a straight jacket on me.

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*2 hours later*

I'm being dragged. I'm being stared at. I'm being picked at.  Oh no this is 3rd grade year all over again...

I scream at the top of my lungs.

"Let me go!" I kept screaming.

They took off my straight jacket and threw me in a padded white room. Even the floor was padded. I ran to the door before they slammed it in my face. I banged on the door screaming amd crying. I broke the small window on the door leaving some of the glass in the room. I slid down the door holding the knob with tears streaming down.

"Please let me out. I didn't do anything wrong. She lied," I whispered while crying out.

My arms started itching. I didn't have any heroin or morphine. Shit. I looked around the room and instantly remembered the broken glass on the floor. I picked up a shard and slid into a corner in the room. I raised the shard to my arm and pressed down hard.

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No one ever believes you

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just another worthless whore

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the drugs she licks

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the speed is late

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her addictions high again

I put down the shard after 10 deep slices. I let my arm hit the floor as I stare blankly at a camera. Pointed right at me.

I use alot of the blood on my arm and write a poem on the wall.

With these wounds I open,

Memories pay there toll.

Your bloods my token,

Your head shall roll.

My eyes foresaken,

but my soul scarred.

My heart was taken,

and you now remain mared.

I grin wickedly and flip off the camera with a bloody finger.