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"Why are you home so late?"

She was greeted by the loud yelling of a middle aged woman as soon as she enters the creaking cabin that was supposed to be home.

"Do you have any idea how many times I've been trying to call you?"

She kept ignoring her, avoiding the woman's piercing gazes. Neglecting the fact that she had to live with this awful excuse of a relative.

"Hey! Listen to me while I'm talking to you, young lady!"

She turned around, giving off an unamused look towards her aunt. The person that only agreed to take care of her because of her parents' insurance money. The greedy piece of shit in front of her.

"For fuck sake, stop pretending like you actually care. It's disgusting to hear."

She held her breath as the back of her aunt's skinny, bony hand made contact with her puffy cheek. She let out a deep breath as she let a teardrop trickle down her face until it reached her chin.

She looked down as a variety of curse words went surging towards her. All the hurtful statements that were directed to her and her only.

"This is exactly why your parents died!" Her aunt suddenly brought up a sensitive topic for her, making her look back up at the woman. "They couldn't put up with all the bullshit that you always pull!"

The middle aged woman raises her hand, ready to send another slap to the young lady's already red face. But she grabbed the woman's wrist just as she was about to hit her.

She looked straight to her eyes, narrowing them to give off a stern look.

"Don't you dare talk about my parents, you heartless wench." She spat out, hoping that she had intimidated the older woman.

The older woman simply just huffed out a laugh in amusement. She rolls her round, bagged eyes before slapping the lady's face with her other hand.

"Don't you dare talk back to me, you inconsiderate fucker."

She looks at her aunt in disbelief, her eyes widened as ever. She still couldn't believe that after all the abusing and harassment that her aunt has done to her, she still thought that she did something righteous.

She storms out of the living room, immediately running upstairs to her bedroom.

She walks towards her vanity, reaching for the handle of the drawer. She pulls it open, revealing a box of blades.

She pulls one out, a satisfied smile forming across her lips as she saw the sharpness of the piece of metal.

The crimson red colour was now dripping down her peachy skin. She has made yet another scar on her skin.

Another imperfection.

Another mark of her shitty life.

Tears streamed down her face, soft sobs escaping from her quivering lips. She looked at herself.

The embarrassment that she was. The imperfections that she had made herself. The results of her sadness–her depression.

The pain that she has been feeling for a long time ever since she lost her parents in a car accident back in the city. She blamed herself for what happened. She blamed herself for being the only one that survived.

Her lips were curved upwards, opposing her true feelings and emotions. It was enough proof of the evanescence of her heart and humanity.

It hurts so good.