Stained Red

by A-Devil's-Child

Red. I'm sitting in my bathroom. A razor pressed to my hip. To feel the pain that was long forgotten. Pain. All I feel in sadness. I just want to forget everything. Regret. I just want it to end. Death. These are the words that are swimming threw my head. Insane.

1. Alone?

Chapter One: Alone

Maka's POV

They finally left. I'm alone in my house with nothing more to distract me from my miserable life. My parents consist of a drunk for a mom and a abusing dad who not only physical abuses me,but also sexually. Mom drinks to pretend not to hear my screams of pain while dad beats me because of a bad day at work. Finally after 15 years of this I've had enough.

I run to the bathroom and shut the door to block out the world outside. All I can think about is how wrong the world is. What did I do to deserve this? I pull out a box from under the sink and open it. The box reveals my many razors that I have collected over the years. Grabbing my newest one I start to lift up my skirt and rolled up my selves. Taking the blade I slide it against the skin of my wrist causing blood to start to form. I start creating notches in my skin. I then switch from my wrist to my hip doing the same routine. I start feeling a little bit dizzy from blood loss.

I open the cabinet above the sink and pull out a random pain reliever medicine and start to pour a handful of pills into my hand. After swallowing the pills I slide my back against the wall and lay down on the floor. After a while in this position I start to lose consciousness. I smile with the thought of no more pain. I heard the front door open. My parents were home, but it was too late. My mom walks through the bathroom door and gasp. She started calling my name as if to wake me up. That's when everything went black.