The Abused Girl

Why

Stormy POV
I open my eyes only to see a blindingly white light. Then my vision cleared up and everything was normal. I looked down. I saw pure red. And I realised, I had failed. Why can't I do anything right? Why did you let me fail? I asked silently looking up.

My eyes were filled with fresh tears that were ready to come out. I pulled my arms out of the water. It stung for a moment and then it was gone. I looked down at them and asked again, Why can't I do anything right? The tears flooded down into the tub. "Why?" I said aloud "Please, just let me die!!!" I screamed. I curled up into a ball in the deepest corner of the tub.

I cried as the water drained leaving little traces of blood on the sides.  My leg felt like it was on fire. After a while my tears ran dry. I had nothing left. I slithered out of the tub onto the floor my body still mostly covered in blood. I opened the bathroom door and grabbed the closest clothes on the ground.A large black long sleeve shirt and a some matching sweatpants. I rolled into my bed and cried with no tears to cry.

~Morning~
The sunlight beamed through my drapes that were supposed to do 5he exact opposite. My leg ached from the moment I woke up. I woke up multiple times in the middle of the night when it went into spasms. And it was doing he same hung right now. Going into an unwanted spasm.

     I flipped the covers off of me and did my best to try and stand. It was no help, I fell right to the floor. "Fuck!" I continued to rub my hands on my face. I chewed on my top lip trying to keep my mind off the pain. It just made it worse. I lay there on the ground my eyes puffy and sore from all the crying that has happened over the last couple of days.

I felt like I was dying. My wrists were still seeping a tiny bit of blood out of them from the night before. James's face flashed through my mind. I saw his hideous smile. I saw him beating the crap out of me as I lay helplessly on the floor fighting to stay alive.

I hate him. I hate him! I slapped the ground until the wounds on my wrists started bleeding again. "Why don't you just let me die?" I looked up at the ceiling begging for an explanation. "Just let me die!" I begged "Please!" I demanded. I'm going crazy. I am begging the ceiling to let me die. I've officially lost it!

I didn't move for 30 minutes. Still staring at the ceiling silently begging it to kill me. I push myself from the ground and headed to the bathroom doing my best not to trip or scream from the pain the it caused.

Author's note:
Thank you all for 500 reads. I never thought that it would actually happen, but yet here we are. I hope you continue to  vote, share, and follow me. See y'all next time!