ABUSED

Scars

\Warning: Suicidal|

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*Riley POV*

Hits.

Punches.

Kicks.

Pushes.

Slaps.

Scratches.

Bruises.

Screaming.

Yelling. 

Shouting. 

Curses.

Torture. 

... Abuse.

I sighed. 

My body ached, I was tired. 

I was so tired. 

Tired of this life...j-just tired of everything...

I'm going to do it.

I was going to do what I've seen in movies...read in books... 

Just start cutting.

It's not like anyone cared anyway. 

Yeah, there was Karoline but she was better off without me. 

Everyone was...

I tried looking for sharp things in my room like...

Knives, broken glass, sharpened pencils...anything. 

Well, anything that was sharp. 

Then something caught my eye.

A Rose. 

It was wooden though...but with a sharp edge.

I quickly made my way over to it which was behind my destroyed dresser. 

As soon as I picked it up I had the edge pointed to my left arm. 

I closed my eyes as thought...

Was I really gonna do this? 

Yes, Yes I was.

That's when I then felt pain shoot up my arm all the way to my face. 

"Argh!" 

I was now shaking as all I felt was the pain. 

 I looked down then regretted doing so. 

All I saw was red. Just pure red leaking down my arm and onto the floor. 

I then turned my attention back to the rose and saw the edge still jabbed into my arm. 

I carefully took it out only making the redness of the blood leak out more. 

I took a deep breath before pulling the whole thing out making me hiss at the stinging. 

I had tears falling out and layers of sweat covering my forehead. 

Nae pi ttam nunmul nae majimak chumeul. I sang as I let the tears flow down my face painfully. 

My Blood Sweat and Tears...

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What was I gonna do? 

Argh! Just do it already!

I was going insane of just ending it right then and there. 

B-But I just couldn't... 

But I had to!

 I already had three deep cuts on my left arm and two on the other. 

And I was bleeding like crazy. 

If anybody even dared walking in and saw me just leaning on my wall with cuts on both arms and blood everywhere... 

And I mean everywhere... 

On my carpet, wall, bed, door, mirror...

I shook my head as I continued to think. 

Dad... grandparents... 

Karoline.

I'm sorry. 

I'm just a useless child. 

Useless...

Ugly...

Stupid...

Freak...

Hideous Creature...

Retarded...

Annoying

Piece of shit...

Unloved...

Unspecial...

So fucking useless...

I chuckled bitterly.

And now these scars...

I looked down at my arm and smiled weakly at the masterpiece I've done.

"Maybe just a little bit more," I whispered as I got my now bloody rose. 

I made two deeper cuts on my right wrist as I yawned.

It was getting late, I could tell by the darkness that was outside of my window. 

Darkness... 

That was all I started to see as I became very tired... 

Was I blacking out? Losing conscious? 

I didn't care. 

As long as I disappeared from this cruel world. 

I then turned to look at a photo of me and my mom and dad. 

How happy we were back then...

Then all of sudden I was met with pure darkness. 

Like my heart and soul...