The Final Cut

°°°°°PROLOGUE°°°°° (also CH.1)

I couldn't handle this. all the lies. the torture. the rape. the beatings. NO! I'm done. I'm done with all of this. I'm done with life. not the WHOLE life. just this part of life. the life I live now.

I ran to the kitchen as fast as I could. he had just opened the basement door. that's where I lived. the basement. that was my home since I was 7 years old, when mom died. he had opened the door to 'have his way' with me.

I know this because that's the only reason he ever opens the door. besides feeding me, and it wasn't dinner yet. He only fed me at 7:30 every night, a price of bread, an apple and water. that's all I ever ate. EVER.

okay, not ever. I do remember moms home cooked meals. where it would be like, warm potatoes and cheese with salad and meat. oh god. let's move on.

I had saved up as much money as I could get. whenever he'd rape me I stole from him. 10 - 20 dollars each time. I would just pray to a God that I dont believe in that he didn't find out. If he found out the beating would be massive. He was a very rich man. that's why he never noticed. I have been planning this for 2 years now. the day I would run away. I have attempted this before. but I didn't cut deep enough to pass out. no, I'm not trying to kill myself although if I did, I wouldn't be complaining.. I just wanna cut deep enough to were I'd go to the hospital. because he said he'd be there. this 'he' is someone I've known since I was 4 years old. I told him everything that has happened to me. we came up with this plan ourselves.

yes. Two 7 year old came up with this. I already cut. so its not like it matters. he said the minute I was in the hospital he'd be there. so let's do this. now I'm 15, its been 8 years. 8 mother fucking years.

°°°°°°END OF PROLOGUE°°°°°°°

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