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maesly breathed very immorderately, as the knife advanced on her unclad back, trembling in fear, she beseeched trying to reason with him. "heh. don't even bother, this is your punishment for not killing your worthless self like i told you to." lucille disdainfully said, making her spill more tears as he thrust the knife down her back only lightly to see her terrified face. she caterwauled in pain, but he covered her mouth threatening if she won't shut up, he will shove molten down her throat making the girl abiding by his threats. "clean yourself up and if you tell this to anyone, let's just say, it won't be a pretty sight." he menaced before leaving the poor girl all dejected, then she picked her puny self up and made sure she cleaned her self up so nobody will question her, not that they will even care to do that. when she was done, she plucked her backpack, scurrying through the exit as soon as the bell rang. as she got home, she rushed to her bedroom but got stopped by her mother with a agitated tone, "maesly, come right here this instant!" she asseverated. "what's wrong mom?" maesly asked timorously, clutching her clothes in stress, "your attendance is what's wrong, maesly! i got a call this morning from your principal saying you maesly skipped classes for about 5 days now!" her mother yelled making the girl flinch in fear "what have you been doing those past days?!" questioned the antagonistic woman but maesly wanted to tell her mother truly what was happening but she couldn't. she just couldn't tell her. "give me your phone now." asserted her mother "but mo-" "now, maesly!" in defeat, maesly gave up her phone to her mother as tears started to fill her pearl gray eyes. after, she made herself to her room, closing it stridently in anger as more tears started to stream down her face as she muttered something under her breath, "all i wanted for was peace." said the puling girl. "only peace."
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General Fictionrated m for: rape, suicide, violence, depression, cutting, eating disorder "the sweet demise is the sweetest taste of pain" *short story*