The music was crying in her ears as she stared at her leg. She had done it again. Every time was a little failure, reminding her she was nothing, to anyone. She stood up, and stared at her reflection in the mirror, the tear stricken face, as the words pulsed though her ears.
No one loves you, you ugly cow. You live to help them, those people with lives, and friends. Those people who will do great things. You aren't one of them, no one will ever honor you; you don't deserve it. I do this to teach you a lesson you ungrateful bitch! Now do as you are told next time and stop fucking everything up! Then maybe I'll use my foot instead of a belt you whore!
These are the words that tortured her every day of her life. The words that ran though her mind constantly, breaking her down, showing her her consent faults. Why does everyone she loves only despise her, use her, and teach her of her unworthiness? His words were true, and always have been. She is lower than dirt. She pulled herself up, and washed her hands, stumbling into her bed, and falling into a fitful, tearful sleep, with the same nightmares of every day.
