Jordyn has lived in an abusive house hold for pretty much her life. She's been "through it all" you can say. What will she uncover when she reconnects with Jahseh?
Will she finally encounter love or the same cycle of abuse she lived through in prev...
29th February, 2003 was the day I was born. The "disappointment" of the family.
The "elephant in the room".
Abused. Tortured. Hated. Neglected - how my parents treat me
And I'm so fucking tired. I've had enough. But there's nothing I can do
Presently I'm walking to my bathroom that is supposedly attached to my room. I slowly close the door. My heart pounding against my chest. Tears threatening to fall. I'm numb as I don't feel anything: so I hesitantly bring out my blade from my unknown stash underneath my bathroom sink and place it on the bathroom sink. If you're wondering where my parents are now well my dad is at work and he normally doesn't come back until 12am - and I'm thankful for that as he is so violent and abusives towards my mum and I.
My mum is probably asleep somewhere in the house because of the boredom she's facing. My dad won't let her work.
I take off my sweater, which conclusively revealed all my bruises and scars, at a leisurely pace. I glared at myself in the mirror disappointed in myself: with such hatred. I feel so ugly
At this point in time, I don't care if I hurt anyone with my following actions: I just want to feel something.. anything. I gradually reach for the blade with my right hand and place it on my left wrist. Slowly and deeply piercing it through my soft, bruised skin: I held it down for about 15 seconds. Adrenaline rushing through me, making me feel excited to pierce again.. and so I did.
I continued
..and continued
Until I made about 6 cuts on each arm.
Whilst feeling the stinging sensation on both my arms, I sat down on my tiled up floor just watching my arms bleed out. I started to feel dizzy so I decided to clean up the cuts with alcohol before I pass out.
About 10 minutes later, I was done, so I walked slowly back to my room and drank the water leftover on my table from its bottle. Soon after, I laid on my bed with my phone in my hand - scrolling through Instagram. I'm not really popular. I only have 2 friends and they are my best friends: Jace and Bianca. I acknowledged that Jace posted on his Instagram to his 90k followers.
@itsmeJace
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@itsmejace: Baby Welcome To The Party 😉
Liked by @biancabbyyy and 67,072 others 9,671 comments @cecilaaa. You're so fine omg 🤤 @delilaxo_ have my babies pls😍 @_random. Mines💦 @x.selinaà Cuteee🥵 ...and more
Sigh. I wish I had Jace's confidence.. must be nice.
I carefully plugged in my iPhone 8, charged it and placed it under my pillow just in case my dad comes in and breaks it again. And I don't have the money to be spending so much on this phone. Even though my dad is a lawyer, with what circumstance would you think he'll give me lots of money?
Right now it's 9pm on a Sunday, which means I have school tomorrow and I'm dreading it. I get picked on - not bullied as my best friends are one of the "popular" students at school. I know I have the opportunity to be popular but I just don't care. I want to focus on my wellbeing and make sure I'm mentally stable as I have been through a lot...
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