"fuck this..." I said to myself. And I ment it. Fuck this. Fuck my dad. Fuck my life. I dont deserve my life. I hate it. So I decided to end it. Luckly to go through my plan, my dad left the knife on the floor were he dropped it. I picked it up and went downstairs to the kitchen. I went to the cabnet and grabed a container of salt. Then, I went to the freezer to grab some ice. Then, I went back to my room, and locked the door. Then, I went to my bathroom and locked the door.
I started with the knife. I cut ten deep wounds each on both of my wrists as I let a agonizing scream curl out my lips. But I continuted. Now time for the salt. I opened the salt and poured pounds of it into my cuts and I was dieing in the pain by now. By now I added the ice, and I was just starting to get nauscuse. "Abigale!!" my dad shouted. Yup he was definetly talking agien. "Abbs!!!! open the damn door I left my kife!" he screamed. Yeeaahh.... like he's gettin that damn knife. He started banging and I can tell he broke down one door with his major strength and was ready to break down the other one any minute now. shit. I soon relized that I would only feel woozy and pain, and nothing would happen.
I needed to kick this up a notch. I went into my bathroom cabnet and found advil and I found some week-old soda. I popped 20 pills in my mouth like it was candy and downed it with my week old soda. Immedietly I dropped to the floor just in time as my dad busted the door to my bathroom. Everything was blurry. I heard him screamings things like "well shit" and " what if they blame me!??!" "ahhh!!!" but I already started to pass out. it took no less than a minute for me to slip into a world of pitch black.
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Teen Fictionabigail is roughly abused by her father, sam, and it gets to the point to where he almomst killed her, but what happens when she decides to just be done with it?, to give up on her problems?, to just be done?
