Darling You'll be Okay

Chapter 1: In the Beginning

They were hurting me again. They were always hurting me, wether I did something wrong or they were just angry, but it always happened. At first, all I needed was my music for an escape, but now I hid from my parents in the bathroom with my box of razor blades, gently slitting open my wrists, again and again. My parents thought I was completely worthless. Maybe they were right. "Make me stone." I prayed as I cleaned off my wrists and hid my razors under a loose floorboard. The area was big enough to fit what I needed, a bottle pills, some gauze, some vodka, and of course, my box of razors. I cleaned the blood off the floor and stuck my ear up to the door. I didn't hear my parents. The must have left. Just to be safe, when I went to my room, I Locked my door and curled up in the closet with a blanket. As I drifted off to sleep, I thought about how I was going to be 18 in a couple of weeks and could leave this place behind me.

When I awoke, I heard my parents pounding on the door. "Nina! Get you a** up now! I don't want to get in trouble because your lazy a** doesn't want to go to school! GET UP NOW!!!" (did I forget to mention that my name is Nina? Well, my name is Nina Crown...) I got up and threw on my Pierce the Veil T-shirt that my friend got me for my 17th birthday. I brushed my bangs in front of my eyes and tousled my blonde hair. I didn't bother with my makeup today. I unlocked my door and climbed out of my window just in time to catch the bus to the High school.

When I got off the bus, I was greeted by my friends, Denise and Faith. Denise has long dark hair that almost looks black and matched perfectly with her dark skin and brown almond shaped eyes. She has always been short, shorter than my 5'4" but she has always been there, for me, and her house was where I always escape to when my parents became too much. She was the only one I had ever told of the abuse. Faith has always been a different story. She has short, chocolate brown hair and blue eyes. She is the tallest of us at 5'11". She is very insecure and always wears her trademark navy blue hoodie. She actually walked in on the abuse, and my parents threatened her to keep her quiet. She always looks like she's about to cry when she sees bruises on my body or the cuts that are all over my wrists, but I don't want her to tell anyone. I can handle my self. But she is always nice to me. She bought us concert tickets for the PTV concert that coming to our state for my birthday.

As we walk through the doors, I bump into someone. I was about to apologize, when I realized who it was. Christopher Astorga. God I hate him. We dated a couple years ago, but he broke up with me on thanksgiving day, and I found out the next day that he had a new girlfriend, Amber. We were friends for a little bit but she was really paranoid that I would try to get Chris back, so she lied to him and said that I was being rude to her. Of course, Chris said that if he ever broke up with Amber, he would come back to me, but I wouldn't take him back if he was the last boy on earth. Of course, they broke up, and her tried to get me back. He follows me everywhere, always stalking me. It is really creepy.

My days all start to look the same. Wake up, get beaten, music, cutting, go to school, Astorga, music, cutting, go home, get a beating, music, cutting, music, go to sleep... When will it end?

—————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————— I wrote this for Chechi...

Hope you like it.

Love,

Flippy