I awoke in great pain. Pain is somthing I'm used to. I've been dealing with it all my life. My name is Pearl and I am nothing to my father, Jasper or My mom Jewel. I'm nothing but big disappointed to them. This is the result of my father drunken rage. I gathered myself of the floor and limp to the bathroom in pain. She was convinced that her twisted because she was having trouble putting weight on my foot. When I finally reached the bathroom the pain have grown worse. I took a hard look at my reflection only to see I have gotten a black eye a buised cheek and several cuts along my face neck arms and chest. Pain was something I used to.
Hey Pearl
I recognize that voice. That the voice inside my head telling me what I should do. We became friends a few years ago after I fell down the stairs. He told me to pick up the abandoned razor on the counter and cut. After following his advice I did start feeling better. That's was the day I started cutting.
I pulled open the drawer to find my razor hidden underneath paper. I turn on the Faucet to the tub and discard my raggedy clothes. The voice in my head was cheering me on encouraging me to do this. I have no objections. I got into the tub and started slicing my arm. Back and forth. Back forth. But I didn't realize I went to deep. My vision was getting darker by the second. But I didn't care. I could of swore I heard the door slam and footsteps echos. I still didn't care. The footstep got closer and closer and closer till I heard the bathroom door open and two disfigured entered and saw me in my bloody tub slowy bleeding to death. I felt myself getting lift out of the tub and place on the Stretcher. By the I blacked out from blood loss.