THEME: Forgiveness and Second Chances
SONG: Warrior
ARTIST: Demi Lovato
Growing up with no mother and an almost non-existent father was hard-you tend to go home to an empty house.
Silence and darkness followed me as I opened the door and made my way to my room. Emptiness filled each hallway as I turned on every single light that I passed by. My shoulders felt so heavy. It was always like this. I was always alone.
I slowed as I neared my room.Hesitating, I placed my hand upon the doorknob.
I took a deep breath and quietly opened it. Turning on the lights, I looked around.
This place has been my safe haven for a long time. This room held everything-my darkest thoughts, my deepest secrets.
Voices, chants-they sounded at the back of my head. I stumbled as pain coursed through my body.
"SLUT!"
"WHORE!"
The door closed behind me as my eyes landed on the blade lying on the table. I instinctively grabbed it and slid down onto the floor.
"BITCH!"
"SLUT!"
Voices echoed around me as I pressed my palm tighter around the blade. Tears blurred my vision as it bit into my skin.
I blinked and suddenly I was no longer in my room. I was standing in the hallway of our school,shivering,hair drenched in whatver substance was thrown at it.
Sneering faces surrounded me as objects were thrown in my direction.
"God, who whould do such a thing?"
"Such a slut."
Deep chuckles, taunting voices-they were everywhere. Looking down, I found photgraphs lying beside my feet. They were photographs of me-me lying in bed with my hair unruly, me lying in bed with a guy.
"Stupid hoe."
"Guess miss goody-two-shoes ain't a goody-two-shoes after all."
Laughter erupted around me as I gritted my teeth and balled my fists. Pain laced through my hand,bringing me back to my room. I watched as blood dripped down from my hand
"I didn't mean to do it."
I mumbled this over and over as I ran the blade upon my wrist.
"It wasn't me."
Tears ran down my face as the pain flared from my wrist. The last thing I saw was blood dripping from my hand before everything went black.
I woke up the next day, wearing a hospital gown and to the sound of my father's angry voice.
"No, it's just, this is a waste of time."
I tuned him out as I looked down at my hands. They felt so numb. I wiggled my fingers and smiled.
"Juliette, you're awake."
My father's voice startled me, making me look up. A smile was on his face.
"Are you okay?" He asked as he rushed to my side.
"Do you really care, dad? Or are juat asking because you are required to as a parent."
My voice stopped him in his tracks, a pained look upon his face.
