Ellie walked through the door of her house and was greeted by the smell of
stale whiskey. She was sadly starting to get used to it. Within seconds,
her drunken mother appeared in front of her. Hair uncombed, unshowered,
and with dark bags that decorated the space under her eyes, Ellie's mother
began yelling at her. "Do you realize what time it is!? This is a school
night young lady! I've been worried sick about where you've been all this
time, and you don't even bother to tell me! You ungrateful little bitch!"
Smack. Ellie felt the familiar sting across her face and winced. She felt
a few more blows to her body, but by that time she wasn't even there
anymore. Mentally, she was blocking it all out, taking herself to another
place. A safe place. "Are you even listening to me!?" Screamed her
mother, as she shook Ellie's frail body. But Ellie paid no attention.
That only made things worse. And finally, her mother retreated, and Ellie
was able to make her way upstairs to her room. She shut her door and fell
against it, tears falling steadily down her face.
Everything was so ruined around her. Nothing made sense anymore. Though she felt like she deserved to be treated this way by her mother, she had no idea why exactly. The fact that she was a bad child had just been cemented into her brain. She wished her father was back home, but he wouldn't be for a long time. He could be gone as long as 2 to 3 years. Ellie shuddered at the thought of living this way for so long.
Salvation crept into her mind and she crawled towards her bed. Underneath it was a box. In that box were razors, cloths, and bandages. Ellie didn't even have to think about it anymore, it was automatic. She pushed back her sleeve, and pressed the cool metal against her skin. Slowly she applied force, and dragged it across her upper arm. She took a sharp breath in, then sighed in relief. In a moment, blood would form. Ellie watched it for a moment, taken by its beauty. She did this a few more times, until she had finally escaped. She sat there examining her whole arm, a colony of cuts and bruises. They existed in a world of their own. They were Ellie's secret. She nurtured her new cuts, cleaned them and bandaged them up. No longer could she concentrate on doing her homework. Fatigue took over her body and she crept up onto her bed, breathing rapidly. Within moments, she was asleep, a prisoner of her dreams.
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Everything was so ruined around her. Nothing made sense anymore. Though she felt like she deserved to be treated this way by her mother, she had no idea why exactly. The fact that she was a bad child had just been cemented into her brain. She wished her father was back home, but he wouldn't be for a long time. He could be gone as long as 2 to 3 years. Ellie shuddered at the thought of living this way for so long.
Salvation crept into her mind and she crawled towards her bed. Underneath it was a box. In that box were razors, cloths, and bandages. Ellie didn't even have to think about it anymore, it was automatic. She pushed back her sleeve, and pressed the cool metal against her skin. Slowly she applied force, and dragged it across her upper arm. She took a sharp breath in, then sighed in relief. In a moment, blood would form. Ellie watched it for a moment, taken by its beauty. She did this a few more times, until she had finally escaped. She sat there examining her whole arm, a colony of cuts and bruises. They existed in a world of their own. They were Ellie's secret. She nurtured her new cuts, cleaned them and bandaged them up. No longer could she concentrate on doing her homework. Fatigue took over her body and she crept up onto her bed, breathing rapidly. Within moments, she was asleep, a prisoner of her dreams.
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