Aprin 9th, 9:00 PM: I feel the warmth of my dark blood pouring over me. I want to die. It wasn't a surprise; shouldn't be.
April 7th, 2:00 AM: My mom scratches me with her long claws of fingernails, she beats me with her shoes. My father whips me with his belt---hard, he slaps me with his strong hands. He sometimes throws me on the bed and tries to sexually abuse me. I don't take it. I kick him away as hard as I can and escape to my neighbor.
April 9th, 8:45 PM: I turn on the water in the bath and wait for it to fill up by searching for the razor blade. I finally find it and start to cut the skin on my wrists, then up my arms, down my legs.
TELL ME WHATCHA THINK!!!!!!!!!
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This is great! I'd definately have killed the creeps by that point. Great story. If you decide to continue it, let me know!!
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Awsome!!!! I would of totally have had a dagger ready if I was going to be sexually abused. Next time he'd try it would be his last
Nice job though I really liked it !!!!
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thanks. it's NOT true, my parents love me with all their hearts, so don't think that it is.
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Very Painfull
This poem is extreamly painfully. If this is a true story...you are in my prayers. I have never lived like this, but I had friends who had to deal with this. I hope you escaped, but not through cutting.
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Very short,but it was ok. Not trying to preppy but that was so sad
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It's a bit short but I liked it. I didn't find any spelling errors with this story. If you contine this, I'd love to read it. Take care.
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