Author's Note! - I hoped you liked the first chapter...Here's the second one(: Pleaseeee comment and vote!!! Thank you so much.
It turned out that the light I was so happy to see wasn't heaven..it was the bright lights of a hospital room. Great. Waves of alarm kept going off throught out my body as I realized what was happening. People surrounded me, pleading me to stay awake, telling me that they needed me to hold on longer. Hands touched my body all over to try to clean me up. I unsealed my eyes, finding blood everywhere. It looked as if I literally took a blood bath in my own blood. The smell was awful. What was left of my flesh on my bare arms was beaten raw and coarse. Needles poked out of my arms, injecting fluids into my poor arms. I couldn't bare the scene of what I was looking at. Horrified, I shut my eyes and let sleep and numbness take over me.
(Days Later)
They finally released me out of that appalling place, sending me to a home filled of nothing but momeries. Frightful and disgusting memories. My slender fingers gripped the doorknob once again, but hoping that this time was different. I sucked in a breath, and stepped inside. The air was frigid, but it was spotless. It looked as if nothing had happened. I advanced around the house, making sure there was nothing out of place. I still didn't know what happened to my dad but as of right now, I was going to try to live on my own. As horrible as that sounded, to me it sounded as if peace had come as last. I was going to make a huge effort so I wouldn't have to live with some stranger. I listened to my own foot steps as I walked up the stairs to my room. Small and black, just how I liked it. It was the only place I could escape to when I didn't want to get beaten. My desk was covered with anything and everything that reminded me of my mother. Her face was the only thing that gave me hope when I thought there was none left. She was my light in the darkness I lived in, the only love I ever recived. All she would want me to do now was to live my life to the fullest and stay strong, stronger then ever.
I walked to my bed and reached under my bed. I felt an object and pulled it off. A shiny blue razor. I held it to my wrist and I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath. I felt it pierce my skin, sending blood trickling down my arm, staining the bed. I couldn't stop, I had so much pain to release, and this was the only way to get rid of it.
When I finally stopped, I looked at the job I had done. I was so relieved with the pain that I hadn't realized what I did to myself. Both my arms were torn, they both looked as if I painted them red. I threw the razor down and I laid down on my bed, wishing I could be anywhere else but here, in this haunting house I will never call a home, and I fell asleep, wishing my dreams were better than reality.