{recommend you listen to this song as you read.}
she cares to much of what others say. that's why after the daily beatings he uses cuss words to torment her fragile little heart.
he doesn't want her to be happy. but that's all she ever wants to be.
to: andrea
from: unknown number
Sorry I didn't reply, I had an interview.
she didn't care. she didn't want to be ignored. she wanted to feel like she was worth something. she wanted to feel anything other then loneliness.
your worthless
you fat slut
go kill yourself
can't her step-dad see that's all she's been trying to do? to go kill herself.
right now as she sits in the bathroom, mascara running down her cheeks mixed in with her tears. her hair all over the place, messed up from when he pulled it.
all over her body bruises form. she sits in the bathtub in agonizing pain. as the warm water hit her bruises she winces in pain.
hating her personality. hating her life. hating her body. hating everything she grabs her friend. its blade glistens as the water hits it. she lets out a sigh of disappointment, and she brings the blade to her wrist.
blood spilled from her wrist as relief took over her body. the red mixed in with the pure water was beautiful to her. it was artwork her and only her blade could make.
"drawing a picture on her arm with a
blade as if her mind isn't dark enough."
she sang out that lyric to her favorite song. out of everything at least she had music. but now a days even music seems to torture her.
she doesn't know who to trust. what to believe. but she does know the perfect lie to the fake question people ask everyday; 'i'm okay.'
YOU ARE READING
Cuts.
Short Storyi drew a butterfly on my wrist, in hopes that this feeling would no longer persist, but things got bad and i started to cry, so the butterfly on my wrist had to die. once again i tried to set myself free, but it seems my thoughts have stolen the ke...
