Slipknot Imagines

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"You're fat and ugly!" Your mom shouted. You tried your best not to bat a tear.

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"You're worthless!" She shouted.

Don't shed any tears, or she'll hit you... Show no emotion...

"I wish I had a boy, not a useless girl like you!" She said, pointing her finger at you. She slammed her fist on the wall, making a small crack in it.

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She marched up in front of you, she raised up her hand, and smacked you across the face. Hard. You stayed in place.

I'm fine... Everything is fine... This is what all moms do to their kids...

You inhaled, and exhaled. The cuts you made on your arm last night still sting as they were fresh. "All you're good for is being worthless! Everything's your fault!!" She screamed.

Don't cry...

The tears came, but they didn't fall. You put your head down slightly and walked slowly down to your room.

I'm good. I'm fine. This life divine. No hate. No shame. No one to blame.

You shut the door behind you, locking it. You went to your bed and laid upon it, covering your body with the warm, soft blanket that felt like a hug. A hug that you've never gotten in a long time.

A hug, maybe from your mom. But maybe, she's just too busy yelling at you, screaming at you. Always getting angry and upset with you. Even if you get good grades in school, never skip class, never been late, a A and B student. Never smoke weed, never drink. You're innocent. Maybe never been with anyone before. Never had your first kiss yet. Never been cuddled. Maybe you cuddle with your body pillow just to feel safe at night, or just cuddle it whenever you feel alone, sad, or just for the hell of it.
You may be dealing with suicide. But suicide is not the answer.
Your mom opened the door.

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A hard smack laid on your cheek.

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She spit on you, gripping your neck, choking you.

Don't hesitate. Don't struggle, let it happen. Show no emotion.

You coughed from the lack of air you were receiving. Hard kicks landed on your stomach. You began choking up blood.

This is it. This is the end of everything.

You struggled to keep your eyes open. Slowly closing them, awaiting the pain to stop. You looked outside the window, just to look outside.

One last time.

Slowly, your spirit left your body. Laying on the bed, lifeless. Your mother stopped, slowly getting up. Walking to the door, and closing it behind her.

Never looking back.

Remember...

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