I woke up from my sleep. It felt like my insides had been tore apart. I look out the window beside the bed and it was black. I was still naked and tied up. I was cold, hungry and in shock from what went down. I want to take a shower. I feel so dirty. I began crying. I decided to yell for my father to let me go.
"Dad!", i yelled. It was barely audible, my mouth was so dry from the lack of water. "Dad!", I yelled louder. He came into the room. "What?" he said annoyed. "Can you please let me go?", i said calmy. "Have you learned your lesson?" he asked with a smirk. "Yes, and I'm deeply sorry." I said lying through my teeth. "Okay" he said. He climbed onto the bed and untied my hands. I sat up and rubbed my wrist. My shoulders hurt from being in the same position for hours. I grabbed a blanket off of the floor and wrapped it around my body. I try standing but I would just fall back down. I gained some strength and stood up. I walked to my bathroom. I turned on the fosset to my bathtub. The water was steaming hot. I looked in my medicene cabinet and took out a bottle of sleeping pills. I dumped about ten in my hand and took them one by one. I looked around and found my trusty old blade. I have cut before, but I stopped. I had hoped things would of got better. Now, I need a relief from my asshole father. A dad doesn't rape their daughters. A father doesn't either, but I refuse to call him my dad.
I got into the bath tub, sat there staring at nothing. I had my blade in my hand. I looked down at it and began crying. There were so many things going through my mind. I looked at my wrist and there were scars. They brought back memories, bad ones. I put the blade to my rough skin. I took a deep breath and slid it across.
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HorrorShe is being abused. Her father doesn't care about her. Her mother left her all alone. She hates her life. Carly wants to get away, but her father watches her every move. Only time will tell if she will get away.
