She sat on the park swing, looking down at her feet with her arms crossed over her chest. Her hazel eyes were hidden by her amber hair. Her black jacket covered her bruise splotched body. Her hood was up, protecting her head from the cold rain. She dug the tip of her converse into the mud under her feet. Eventually the park light turned on and she stood up and began to walk. She would of stayed the night there again, but if the cops would see her, they would drive her 'home'. That and it was raining. Eventually there was a lightning bolt that lit up the sky and a loud clap of thunder not even a second after it.
She didn't even flinch, nothing scared or surprised her anymore. She turned the corner and headed down the familiar street to hell- I mean home. She walked through the door and was met by yelling, screaming, and glass shattering. The usual… Her parents yelled at her, but she just blew it off they threatened her, but never did anything. Saying things like-
"You ruined our lives now we're going to ruin yours!" and
"I hate you, I hate how you put us through hell and now we'll watch you burn in hell."
It hurt, but she never paid attention enough to ever say anything back. She walked into her room, slamming the door behind her. She stripped from her wet clothes and put on some dark, dry skinny jeans and her plain light grey tank top. She fell back onto her bed, listening to her parents arguing. Them both saying that sh ruined their lives. She picked up her sharpie and pulled the cap off, writing on her forearm
'I want to be free…'
She listened to them scream, hit, and throw things at each other. She let the tears spill from her eyes as she listened, every word said felt like a stab to the heart. She stood up, and wiped away her tears. She walked to her bathroom, slipping on the light switch. She looked in the mirror. She felt disgusting and worthless, she was ugly and broken. She just wanted to… Die… She smashed her fist into the mirror. The pain was their for a second, for once she felt something. The blood gushed out, running down her finger tips, dripping onto the white tiled floor. She pulled open her medication pills and swallowed the entire bottle.
'No going back now' she thought.
She stumbled to her room, grabbed her pen and paper and scribbled her last words to the world.
'It's your fault for once, not mine.
With Hatred,
Ever True'
She grabbed her sharpie and scribbled out her last thing and wrote.
'At last I'm free'
She dropped to her knees, coughing, unable to breath. She was in pain, then her hands gave out, she fell to the floor and with her last breath she said.
"I'm free."