Kids In The Dark

A Road Thats Quietly Caving In

Crystals POV
Brrrriiiinnnngggg. My alarm actually went off. Five am. Good. I sat up quickly. I can't go to school after last night. Maybe I could think of a way not to go to school? I stood up and walked towards my dresser. I opened the middle drawer and took out a book. In it was a book, two pencils, a pen, and a small razer. I took the razer the book and one of the pencils out. I opened the book looking through the pages. A drop of blood on every page. I date and a small paragraph under each drop. The paragraphs were reasons. The first time I cut I did this so I would remember. Sometimes I still do. I grabbed the razor and pulled my sleeve up. Pulling my sleeve up revealed many cuts and bruises, even burns. Some were from me other were from Father. So many scars and I am still alive somehow, well at least on the outside I am. I grabbed the razor and pulled it towards my wrist, I took a breath and closed my eyes, I slit it across my wrist. I could feel the blood pouring. I cut again this time deeper, I cut again and again making a few X's across my arm. Each cut deeper than the last. The pain was to much, but I deserve much worse. I know I deserve to suffer. I know I deserve to die. I watched as the blood dropped down my arm. I let a drop go onto a blank page in my book. I walked to the bathroom grabbing bandages. I cleaned my cuts and bandaged them. They would definitely leave a mark. I walked back to my room and picked my book back up. The drop of blood had dried. I wrote the date and time over it and underneath, the reason I cut. I wrote, I cut because I know I deserve the pain, I also learnt last night I'm only loved for my body, not even loved. He only wanted to use me. He should of just killed me. If I didn't do anything he would have rapped me or something. I want to die, just like I deserve to. Might as well hang myself while dad's at work. It would be nice to die. I finished writing and a tear slipped down my face. Why not try to? I looked through the book. It was almost filled. There is only around five pages left. I do have more of these books though that's the bad thing. I put everything into the box. I went to out the box away into the drawer but there was something in there. I saw the other books, but there was something else. A picture? I put the box down and picked up the picture. It was of mom and me. There was a red scribble over mom's face with a marker. On the back it said the day it was taken. When I was seven, a few days before he killed her. Why was this in my drawer? I never saw this there before. What is it doing there. I put it back in the drawer along with the box. I closed the drawer and turned around to see my dad. A knife in his hand. "Hello. I see you found the picture. I put it there yesterday. Maybe you could join her? Or maybe not? I do want you around still. Just a little toy for me. Something to keep me busy." He said. He smells like alcohol. I nodded. "Why am I holding this knife?" He asked confused. "I don't know Father." I responded. Why is he holding a knife? If he wants to kill me, make it quick. "I should go out this away. Now you go get ready for school. Be down in twenty minutes or an extra hour in the basement!" He yelled. "Yes father." I said as I nodded. He walked down the stairs and put the knife in the kitchen, or at least I hope he did. I grabbed a black hoodie and a pair of jeans. I wore my hair how I usually do with it covering my eye. I moved it so dad wouldn't get mad if he saw it like that. I grabbed my black running shoes and headphones. I put my makeup on covering all my cuts and bruises. My bandages were already cleaned so I didn't have to worry about that. I grabbed my things and left quickly after looking in the mirror and making sure dad would accept how I look. I walked downstairs with my things. 7:23. I started around 7:15am so I think I did well. I stood next to the door and saw Father walking towards me. "You got ready fast. Although you do look even uglier than usual. I'll give you more time to go and put more makeup on so people can accept you. You look terrible like you haven't slept in a few years." He spat. He slapped me across the face and punched my arm. "Go." He said and up ran up the stairs. I put my proper makeup on so I look decent. I put black eyeliner on and black eyeshadow fading into a grey and I put grey lipstick on. Now I look decent. I walked down the stairs. I stood next to he door once more. "Fine. You still look terrible but this is better than before at least. Now get out of my sight. I have to work soon." He said as I opened the door holding my things. I locked the door behind me and his behind the house. I have a plan. I refuse to go to school, so I'm going to stay home. When dad leaves I wait a bit and then go inside. I have my keys. I wonder if I could.... Maybe I shouldn't...but why not? Bonus would care if I were dead.... Why not hang myself while I'm alone? I walked to the side of the house. I was out of sight from the front. I looked at the windows. Ally eh blinds were closed. After half an hour I saw him get in the car. I sucked so I wasn't seen. He left and after around twenty minutes I went inside. I walked down tot he basement. The palace I was tortured. The place mom was killed. The place mom was hidden. The place I was held hostage. The place the dead bodies hide. The place stained with blood. The place where weapons hung on the walls. The place with a chair. A chair with two cuffs that hold my hands to the arm rests. And cuffs so I don't kick that keep my legs in one spot. One for my neck. One for my torso. I don't use them anymore. Dad trusts me that much. This time the chair will only be stood on. I grabbed a notepad and a pen from upstairs and walked back down. I grabbed a rope from off the wall. He died it once to hang another person. He used it on me once to throw me around the room with, thing it to my ankles and flinging me around. I grabbed a toolbox and a hammer. I have broken so many bones from their hammer. I have to many cuts from these nail. I nailed the rope to the ceiling and cut it so it was high enough off the ground. I wrote on the notepad. I wrote my lasts words.

The suspense!!!! Yeah what for the next chapter to figure out if she actually does it or not! Hope you enjoyed! If you actually did you are very dark, but also your opinion not mine! Cya ~Kitty