Scars
Written by CB
Meg Griffin stared at herself in the mirror. She groaned in disgust at what she saw; two hazel eyes staring back at her - full of self-hatred, repressed anger and repulsion. Her face was damaged, with scars and bruises. Her hair was messy, knotted and a deep chestnut color. She threw away her hat and began to cry. She stared at the remnant of her body; she thought her chest was too flat; her stomache too fat. She looked at her arms, full of scars from razor blades she had used before. Each scar was a memory, a story of its own. Her legs, chubby and bruised. "I hate myself..." Meg trailed off, as she heard the joyful laughter of her family. "The family's all here!'' Lois yelled happily, as Meg let tears kiss her cheek. Her room was dark, with only the window open. She stared at the blade, calling her name. She was hated at school; her friends abandoning her, being compared to Connie D'Amico. She hated it. She was used and discarded, only an exuse to the world. Her father and mother, the people that were supposed to love and accept her no matter what, were the people that were the most toxic in her life. She wanted to be accepted, but was only rejected and pushed away.
Meg stared at the ceiling, and reached out a rope from her drawer. She tied a noose and stared at herself one final time before stepping up on the stool and reaching the noose around her neck. She kicked the stool and couldn't breathe.
Goodbye.