You come to me with scars on your wrist
You tell me this will be the last night feeling like this
I just came to say goodbye
I didn't want you to see me cry, I'm fine
But I know it's a lie
Christel was lying on the bathroom floor. She was dizzy. It felt like the entire room was spinning.
Nothing seemed to matter anymore. It hadn't for a long time. She wasn't living. She was only surviving. Surviving the darkness, surviving night after night, surviving him coming to her room taking his little girl as he had done for the past six years.
She was 18 now. She should fight back but she was too scared. He was too strong. She should move out but she had no money. She had been looking for a job, wanting to save up money to get far away from this hellhole and never look back but she hadn't been lucky yet. Who would wanna hire an 18 year old drop out?
No, this was the only way out, the only way to escape this, escape him, escape this hell called her life. She couldn't take it anymore.
Her mind started to black out and she closed her eyes. It would all be over soon. It hurt like hell but it was worth it. It wouldn't be long now. She felt how the blood was pumping out of her veins and onto the floor.
She heard someone screaming her name far away in the distance but she couldn't respond to the voice.
"Christel, oh my god, Christel!"
She didn't feel him touch her. She heard her brother's name being screamed as well.
"Tye, help! Call 911!"
Silence...