Free
I hold the blade to my wrist
breathing in and out
scared and angry and hurt
I think to myself
"Do I really wanna do this?"
I close my eyes
I see him throwing the dishes at her
I hear her screams
I see him run at her, his hand on her throat
Her face lights up red
She cannot breath
He lets go
She falls
Grasping her throat
I go to my room
I hear her screams once more
He yells too
I cover my ears
It's suddenly quiet
My door opens
It is him
He caresses my skin
I fight him but he is too strong
He forces himself on me
I scream but he continues to thrust himself on me
I yell for my mother
No answer
I open my eyes
"Yes, I want this"
The blade gently goes across my wrist
A feeling of bliss overwhelms me
The blood pours
Never ending
I am done, dying
No more pain, no more heart ache
I am finally free
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