Beyond the Painting

Beyond the Painting

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WpMetadataReadAbgeschlossene Geschichte Do., Dez. 27, 2018<5 mins
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On November, 10th 2013 I began to realize that my best friend was slipping through my fingers. That the man I once knew and loved with every piece of my heart was no longer the man I was talking to. I had a front row seat to the long and drawn out mental and then physical suicide of the only person that had ever told me that I was worth more than street trash. The person that begged me to keep fighting, the man that stayed up night after night just to make sure I wouldn't harm myself, the one who kept me alive had taken his own breath away. He stopped his heart from beating... and in a way, he took my heartbeat with him. 5 years later I was finally able to put my complex emotions into the right words in honor of him. So, I present to you... "Beyond the Painting"
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[BWWM] I was only twelve years old when the world turned cold. The day my mom died in that car accident, I felt like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over my heart. My dad, who had always been my hero, suddenly became a stranger, filled with rage and blame. He couldn't see that I was hurting, too; he only saw me as a reminder of his loss. The accusations cut deep. He said it was my fault for being there, for not doing something to save her. For being the reason she was in the car in the first place. In the years that followed, things only got worse. The abuse started gradually-a harsh word here, a shove there-but it escalated, leaving scars that I carried long after the physical pain faded. I was drowning in my own despair, struggling to keep my head above water while my father's anger raged like a storm around me. I only had a break from his anger when I started living with Aunt Dina-my mom's older sister. Well, that was because she found me nearly dead on my bed after I took a dozen pills. I was tired of living. I had hit rock bottom. The harsh whispers that followed me around and the stares at school. I pretended not to notice, like it didn't bother me. But it did. I was alone. Then came Athalia, a ray of sunshine cutting through my darkness. With her, I felt something I hadn't felt in years-happiness. She became my light through the darkness and my lifeline. ••••••••••• ● Warnings ⚠️ ~ Mention of suicide ~ Anxiety attacks ~ Rape attempt ~ Mention of self-harm ~ Depression

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