Daddy's Little Doll.

I spend my days lying in dead. I hadn’t been to school in I don’t know how ling. I had talked to Dylan and brought him Maybell. He asked me about the bruise and I didn’t reply just handing him over a crying Maybell. I gave him a practiced smile as I kissed her cheek. I left knowing she wasn’t happy. I was supposed to be leaving her for three days. At least when she was with her fathers parents she was happy. He was excited when she was warming up to him.

Marc had stopped by my house but I continuously ignored him. I just stayed on the steps as he knocked, hidden away. I didn’t want him to think I was freaked out by the incident before but I was too emotionally detached to speak.

I was mentally and physically messed up. My mind was about to burst and my body was sore from everything. It took one more night of my father coming in and fucking me as I cried as him to stop for me to finally snap. I went to the bathroom when he was leaving for the night and grabbed all the pills I could find. I dumped them out into my hand swallowing them down with some Nyquil

I did a prayer hoping I would never see the world again. I texted Marc that I was sorry, that I wouldn’t be able to see him again. With that I turned off my phone. I laid in bed starting to feel some discomfort. I closed my eyes tight and soon I slipped away.

I never wanted to wake again.