So this is my first story on here and as i said on my profile i would sometimes write about personal experiences, and this is losley and i mean it's very losley based on my past and what i had to over come a few years back. i hope you all enjoy it and please review because writing is better when you know you can do better each time!
(: charlie.
Life's just not that simple
Chapter One
Just to see the red liquid run down my arm creates a sensation I can't possibly describe. Relief consumes my whole being. I do wish it didn't come down to this, come down to me almost taking my own life each night. This is just the way it has to be. I can't honestly tell you when it started, I never purposefully thought that I'd go a pick up a razor and start scratching my arms, no it wasn't like that, I think it's a subconscious thing and I don't realise I'm doing it until I feel the blood on my arm.
I know when the abuse started, that would be seventh grade. My mum had always suffered with depression, since having me, see thing is she had me and my brother too close together and she ended up with post partum, from there it became full depression and it went downhill. My father left us when I was 10. I know he did it to get Emmett away, he wanted to take me too, but mom took him to court. I haven't seen him since that day. I'm allowed very little contact with the outside world but to keep up appearances I'm allowed to talk to the few people I do know.
Sometimes I just wish, wish there was a way for me to get out and through the door, but I know she'll come after me. I just know it. Sometimes it helps to remember the happier times when my whole family would go for walks on the beach and Em would throw me in the sea, or when daddy would take us all fishing.
Life's just not that simple.
After making my way back to my room, I lay down staring at my moonlit photo of my brother and hope, hope to god that he and my father are okay and hope for an escape from this retched lie. With one last glance toward the photo I succumb to the darkness of another lonely, dreamless sleep.
"ISABELLA BITCH GET HERE NOW!" just like any other morning her shrill voice wakes me from my bed. I can faintly here her giggling from somewhere down the hall. I just suppose that she has another man down there. I just hope to god that he's not like the last.
"ISABELLA! NOW!" I run down the hall to her room, just to see some tanned dude slipping his junk into my mother. Just the sight you want to see when you wake up. "oh there you are, why don't you come join us girl" I stare at her like she's grown another head, "no mom I think I'll just go make breakfast" just as I turn to leave and get rid of the disastrous sight that just graced my eyes, her shrill voice called out, and I heard tanned man huff, " you will do no such thing Isabella, you will go to your room and stay there, at 12 o'clock you will go and make me and Phil lunch. Do you hear me" I nodded, but this obviously wasn't good enough, "I SAID DO YOU HEAR ME?" she screamed all the while clawing at my back and hitting me down "yes ma'am" she laughed an evil laugh and kicked me in the ribs for good measure I suppose.
After strapping my sides up I crawled back into my warm bed where there is no such thing as life and no one exists, just me alone.
No, life just isn't that simple...
That was the first chapter. REview (: please. x