The Tale of A Broken Soul

Chapter 1: The Pain Of Life

The whole story is through Clover's (mine)  P.O.V and contains rape, abuse, cutting and suicide. You have been warned!!

Tears roll down my face as I woke up. The nightmare of the day welcoming me as i hear my father's drunken footsteps to my door. My body layed there limp, unmoving knowing what he wanted. The door flies open and he starts his drunken shouting and throwing. Pain, oh the pain that filled my body made me want to scream and cry out for help, yet no one will, no one ever did. After the beating and the rape, I lay there sobbing. Blood rolling over me and cum flowing out my, once virgin hole, my legs weak and wobbly and my head pounding. The smell of alcohol in the air was almost intoxicating and suffocating me. The moments before were blurry, father shoving and forcing me to drink the burning liquid that made me lose my memory. Stomach growls to be fed but not a single trace of food anywhere as the door was closed and locked, shutting out all of the light. Crawling through the dark was painful, slipping on my blood or father's cum as i search for the one thing that makes me happy. After a while I found it, it was cold against my fingers, my heart raced as i smile and let more tears roll down my probably red tear stained cheeks as I drag the knife against my hips. The satisfying sting of the blade made me sigh, "Will it work today?" Desperation filled my cracking voice that barely spoke, too strained from pleading for father to stop to work fully . Standing, one of the most difficult tasks to do on my weak and bruised legs, my body swayed as i limo to the door, noticable by the light that shone from under it. The wall as a bitter cold, my life trapped in darkness and cold. I hated it, i want to be free from this torture. My fingers finds the light switch and flipped it, the light burning. My room was plain, nothing anywhere except for a bed and a bucket on the other side of the room. Disgust comes onto my face as i remember the days i spent throwing up in it. Pregnancy clouds my mind as my throat clenches, like I was being choked. Laughter, insane laughter was heard as i see Scarlet, one of the spirits that have always followed me. She comes down and over to me, "Just do it, leave already." Her voice was soft like silk but bitter as dark coffee. She didn't care for me, she wanted me dead ever since she came when I was five and everything started. My feet took me to the boarded up window across the room, I knew what lay between the curtains and the wood, my pills. So many times I've tried to die by the knife or a cord, should i try the pills? My mind ran as suddenly father burst through and threw a phone at me. He swore and left, slamming the door and wishing I was dead. Oh how I agreed with him.

This is the day where I got connection to the outside world. Most of my days before this was filled with pain, abuse, cutting and attempt suicides. I still live with the horrific memories. Hopefully I can make a chapter a day for hopefully the rest of my years, if wattpad still exists then.

This is Clover, heading to bed, goodnight/goodmorning dears!