What Have I Done to Deserve This Pain, Other Than Loving Him
Kapitel Zwei
I stared myself down in the mirror.
Ugly.You're so ugly.
I had taken my shirt off and every bruise stood out in harsh contrast with my skin.
Maybe I used to be beautiful, at least maybe Nate thought so. He never loved me. He just used me.
It was wonderful while it lasted. And the sex...
+flashback+
"Nate! God, Nate, there, there!"
Frank screamed as Nate hit that spot inside him that narly sent him over the edge.
"Mmm, Frank, stop moaning like a ho. I know what you like..." Nate panted.
+end+
I shook my head to clear those images.
This is no time to be getting a hard on. I told myself.
The purple around my left eye seemed to laugh at me.
Well who's laughing now, nobody.
The bright razorblade gleamed on the countertop.
I picked it up and smiled.
Love you mom. See you in a little while.
With a smooth movement, I slashed through the thin skin and veins in both of my wrists. Blood poured from my cuts.
I drew swoops on the mirror in the original crimson ink.
Soon I felt a little dizzy from blood loss and decided to say goodbye to Stepbastard.
I smiled. Finally a big 'fuck you' to him.
Somehow I made my way downstairs, blood staining the carpet.
"Hey, you, shit face. If you want me to live better call 911 now," I said, stepping between him and the TV.
I heard the fucker scream and then what seemed like death took me.
Ugly.You're so ugly.
I had taken my shirt off and every bruise stood out in harsh contrast with my skin.
Maybe I used to be beautiful, at least maybe Nate thought so. He never loved me. He just used me.
It was wonderful while it lasted. And the sex...
+flashback+
"Nate! God, Nate, there, there!"
Frank screamed as Nate hit that spot inside him that narly sent him over the edge.
"Mmm, Frank, stop moaning like a ho. I know what you like..." Nate panted.
+end+
I shook my head to clear those images.
This is no time to be getting a hard on. I told myself.
The purple around my left eye seemed to laugh at me.
Well who's laughing now, nobody.
The bright razorblade gleamed on the countertop.
I picked it up and smiled.
Love you mom. See you in a little while.
With a smooth movement, I slashed through the thin skin and veins in both of my wrists. Blood poured from my cuts.
I drew swoops on the mirror in the original crimson ink.
Soon I felt a little dizzy from blood loss and decided to say goodbye to Stepbastard.
I smiled. Finally a big 'fuck you' to him.
Somehow I made my way downstairs, blood staining the carpet.
"Hey, you, shit face. If you want me to live better call 911 now," I said, stepping between him and the TV.
I heard the fucker scream and then what seemed like death took me.