Random little story...disturbing..

It was completely dark in the room as Makee stared up at the pitch black ceiling. There was a loud ringing in her ear from her parents yelling. "You bitch, you're worth nothing!" she could see her father say to her face, drunk and wabling around. Makee could still feel the burn on her right cheek from her dad's hand when he smacked her. "You selfish bitch. Your poor sister won't get any of the food left because you ate it all you pig!" her mother had said when really they had stuffed their faces with the food and Makee hardly had any. 1

'I was only their mistake. Jessica was their real angel. That's why they gave me such an ugly name. Makee. Jessica got the pretty name because they wanted to have her. I was just the mistake that happened when my mother cheated on my father with another man. That's why I look nothing like any of them. Now I'm just there to remind them of that "horrible" time in my mother's life. I am worthless.' thought Makee. The thoughts had carved into her head and played over and over like a broken tape. 'I'm only their mistake. They hate me. I'm just a mistake.' 2

'Why should I take this anymore...' Makee thought and that was the last thought before Makee finally got up out of her bed and walked quietly to the bathroom in the completely dark house, everyone completely asleep except for her, the worthless, ugly, Makee. 3

Makee closed the bathroom door behind her and stared at herself in the mirror, there was only one dim light that casted shadows everywhere and made the whole bathroom seem the color of red. 4

She saw in the mirror of what she truely was right then and there as she stared at herself into the mirror and heard the voices of her mom and dad run through her head. She stared into her angry, cold green eyes. She ran her fingers through her tangled long brown hair and felt complete hatred towards herself. She was nothing in this world. She stared at her arms looking at them noticing all the dark, deep scars that were nicely aligned all along her arms, they were the only thing she truely liked about herself. She smiled as she saw them. Then she looked at her legs, covered in long, deep cuts. They were the only things that she felt belonged to her. 5

She started to breathe deeply as she slowly opened a drawer and took out the little amount of things that were in it and then slowly opened up the button of the drawer to reveal rows and rows of her blades from over the years and smirked. She took out the biggest and sharped blade she owned and held it up as if she show her reflection and looked at herself holding the blade and she smirked, feeling as if she was falling a little further in her own mess of things..and liked it. She had control now. 6

She reached her arm out further, watching her eyes in the mirror, feeling control and power and a slight feel of adrenaline and excitement, this was her favorite time of most days. She slowly, still watching her eyes, turned her arm up-right so her wrist was showing as if she show her reflection and slowly put the sharp blade to where her vein was and still watching her reflection as if her reflection was doing it and not her and pressed down as hard as she could until even before she moved it she saw blood run down and drip onto the counter top and then, holding her breathe, slit it across and stared at the cut in the mirror and let out her breathe absolutely loving the feeling. And then slowly looked at her wrist and realized that now she was doing it, not her reflection and then looked back and her reflection and closed her eyes and then, another, and another, and another slit was mad until her entire arm was bleeding. She looked at the now blood filled sink and then at her wrist, and soon she felt as though she couldn't stop and collapsed to the floor with the blade still in her hand, she felt herself go completely dizzy but still something was telling her to keep going. She crawled her way over to the door and locked it and then sat there for a second looking at now the blood covered ground. She now felt out of control, she needed to gain control back. 7

She slowly crawled her way over to the bathtub and turned on the water but only could manage to do the cold water and with her clothes still on, shorts and all, got into the freezing bathtub, still with the blade in her hand.. 8

She let the blood fill up the bathtub watching as the clear water suddenly turn red and she curled up her legs and once again, brought the blade to now her other arm and again kept going. 9

She started to feel faint and could now only hear her own breathing and heart beat and she would black out at some points. 10

'Keep going...'11

Something told her..so she did... 12

And cut..and cut..and cut..13

until she felt as if she was only blood and cuts. She finally felt way to weak to keep going and dropped the blade onto the ground next to her and slowly, felt herself sink into the blood covered water until she was completely under it and slowly..everything went black and the ugly voices started to slowly fade away until eventually the world was completely gone.