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it's been a week since that sexual assault happened, she wanted to obliterate those memories so badly, but they just couldn't leave her mind. she cried day and night since he did it, making the pain worser for her, the pain seemed so excruciating to erase that she resorted to self-harm seeking some effort from the small, sharp razor. her mother also noticed her usual behavior, being very solcituted of her daughter when maesly didn't want her mother to find out about that encounter, cause if she did, it will resort into maesly getting more maltreated by lucille. after maesly found the fortitude, she went downstairs with a crestfallen look making eye contact with her concerned mother having potatoes and brown rice ready for maesly which in fact is maesly's favorite food to eat. "c'mon honey, i made your favorite dish since i seen you not eat everything i make." her mother said very altruistic and benevolent. maesly gave a ungenuine smile "thank you mom for making this but i'm not hungry." uttered the debilitated girl "but maesly, you haven't ate nothing but a banana and an apple, you're like weighing eighty-six pounds right now, i'm worried for you, sweetie, did anything happen?" her mother questioned in a fretful way making maesly give a ingenious look, "no mom, nothing happened, i just don't feel hungry at all." she lied trying to make her mother believe her having her mom sigh in defeat, "alright." all her mother said then continued back to her work. maesly hated not telling her mom the truth but she had to wanting not to get more hurt. she walked upstairs, closing her bedroom door, getting her laptop open, going to her facebook page, scrolling down the activity page, seeing a post where she was tagged on. it was a post of maesly face edited on a pig with the caption "oink, im maesly and im a fat ass pig" making maesly shed tears when more discourteous comments were on the post;
"i can see why, she's built like a whale."
"she needs to lose weight, her fatness is suffocating me, lol."
"if i was her, i would def kill my self, looking like that."
"she needs to go run a mile, maybe she will turn a little skinny."
and so on having maesly blubbering as she got out her only friend; her razor, placing it on her arm, adding more cuts and more smarting but it was sweet closure, bitter yet sweet closure.
hope you enjoyed chapter five ☆
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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*