Vensons POV (To get in the mood, I suggest listening to this song )
Very graphic and sad.
Will it ever go away?
Curling up in bed, I can only cry by the betrayal I felt. He genuinely looked like he cared. But he's just another pawn to David's game. No one will ever really love me. My mother didn't love me and lets David toss me around. David just gets satisfaction in inflicting pain, and Maverick doesn't see any worth in me. My life is a living hell. There is no point in staying alive if it's causing me more pain.
I just want it to stop. This drowning pit of despair. No one would notice. No one would care. I'm hurting others simply by surviving. This war inside my head, will it ever go away?
This physical pain is a better feeling than the torment in my brain. To feel this, to know I can control it, is better than the havoc and destruction in my brain. So as I lie there, drowning in a tub of water and blood, I can only embrace what's to come. How much better the afterlife will be. Not to mention, my presence on earth is only harming others. Everything will be so much better when I'm gone.
The pain in my wrists are dull, and I can feel my cling to life slipping away. Finally...
Very short, I just wanted to give a quick update. Please do not judge or say I have things wrong. I know what this is like first hand so please don't critique my work. I hope you enjoy :) I'll try to update again soon.
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The one without a name
RomanceFive years ago she lost it all. She lost her home, her safe haven, and her dad. Left with nothing but her bipolar mother and her abusive step dad, Venson Walker wants nothing more than to get away. And her idea of this is getting a scholarship and...
