Bon jour! And that fact that I can't say anything else is proof that I don't ever pay attention in French. Anyway, I hope you like this chappie! Please R&R!
Disclaimer- Damn I'm tired of writing these things. I don't own it and won't own it for the rest of this story. Or life.
She wanted to die. She couldn't keep living life like this. All Sara could think about was the last 14 years of her life. Her parents, her foster parents, her foster siblings, her "friends", and her friends.
She realized that she was no longer a virgin when she got a talk about sex in health. Now she realized the normal world. One where child abuse, domestic abuse, and sexual abuse were not normal and not just another part of her life. Another tear wanted to slip down her cheek. But she hadn't cried since her father had passed away. Oh, screw it. Since her father was brutally murdered by her mother. She felt that awful burning feeling in the back of her eyes. But she blinked it away.
"Sawa, Sawa!" Her three year old foster sisters, Dani and Dana, identical twins, cried out.
"Dinnew!"
"Tell Casey I'm not hungry." Casey was her foster mother. The fourth one she had.
"Otay."
Sara sighed. She really didn't want to live any longer. She was so confused. All she could think about how she couldn't stay like this. She heard about cutting from a friend. Could she try it? It was supposed to work amazingly.
She walked down the hall and into the bathroom. Her razor was just sitting there. She closed and locked the door, and picked it up. She stared at it for a while. Then she pressed it to her wrist. She couldn't figure out how to make it cut her. She quickly removed it without making a mark. Her hand was shaking. She set it down and ran back into her room, where she picked up a pair of scissors. Without thinking she touched the blade. It was barely sharp, but if she made it go fast enough, she could make it work. She grabbed them and ran them across her wrist. It hurt for one second. That was all. And the relief that she immediately felt was so brilliant.
But that night in bed it suddenly dawned on her. What she was doing was no different from what her dad did. Causing pain. And Sara vowed, in that bed, to never, ever cut herself again. She had to live life. She had to go to college and become a forensic scientist. She had to help people like her. No matter what.
The future was all she had left.
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