CATPOV
Hi, my name is Catrina Valentine and I am happy to be alive.
It's December 13 and I'm preparing my Christmas list, even though I know I wont get anything. I sit in my bland room, and when I say bland, I mean bland. I have No bed. No dressers. No nothing. Just a small pile of clothes folded neatly in the corner. If your wondering why, it's not because my parents can't afford it, their filthy stinking rich, but they say I don't deserve it.
I am a mistake..
At least that's what my parents tell me, and I have begun to believe it. My older brother Michael has everything he could ask for, and normally shares it with me. He hates that my parents treat me so badly, and tells me I am NOT a mistake, and he loves me. I hear my so called mom's voice drift up the halls, filled with hate and rage. I know its time to get my punishment that I somehow deserve and a walk down the stairs willing myself not to scream.
I know how much they love it when I scream.
Closing my eyes, I take each slap. One after another, I feel myself blacking out, as I am thrown to the floor, kicked, and evilly laughed over. 'Wow do I have great parents' was my last thought before I blacked out.
I wake up in a comfy room, painted green, and furnished with everything a teenage boy could want. My brothers room…
I faintly see him in the dim light of the room, and I throw my arms around his neck, trying to ignore the sharp pain in my, well everywhere.
"Oh Cat! Are you okay?" My brother says in a concerned voice, I really really really love my brother!
"N-no. it hurts. Everywhere!" I tell him, hoping I don't pass out again.
"It will be okay Cat, I promise. I have a plan."
He tells me his plan in a hushed voice, making me smile.
The next day, my brother is not home the whole day and I get beaten more and more and more. I really can't take it. I run up to my room and grab a pair of sharp scissors on my way. I get up to my dull room and drag the sharp blade across my wrist and feel the sting of the cool blade. The beads of blood make me feel like what I actually am worth. Absolutely nothing.
So I cut and cut and cut.
My brother comes in my room and finds me, scissors in hand. His plan was set full in motion and I had to ruin in.. Oh Boy am I in trouble…but my mind wanders, not even when I'm in desperate trouble, can I stop thinking about him, about Robbie. His weird curly hair, his glasses, just him. but I know he doesn't like me. If he does, he sure doesn't show it.
My brother soon leaves the room for me to think. ( Bad move on his part.)
I cut for not being able to get a guy to like me. I cut for being a mistake. I cut for being worthless. And I keep cutting.
My brother leaves early the next morning and leaves me home. I'm being beaten again, half asleep, and waiting for the plan to come. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the child abuse center and I start screaming wildly after every slap. After I almost lose consciousness, the police run into my house and take my parents away, leaving me alone. I am picked up by a strong pair of hands and I expect my brother, but it's not him. Its Robbie.
I'm cradled against his chest, right at home.
One month later, I have a full bedroom and am beaten no more. I now love my life, living with my brother and I have everything I could ever ask for. Even though I don't have Robbie as my boyfriend, I know he's always there for me. Even after everything has settled out, I still wonder, why me?
Why Catrina valentine?
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Ajay(: