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 Created on 3-14-08
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Mellies Diary -14yrs.
My life has never been good, it seems like it has only gotten progressively worse. It doesn't matter that I never seem to be happy, and nobody cares whether I am to exist or not. I live, only to prove that I can, and that I am not a quitter. There is nobody I can talk to, I have no friends, I am on my own. This is why I started cutting. Right after I realized this at nine years old, after I sat on the broken pieces of the mirror...
Hundreds of little mes were scattered out all around me. I was just like the mirror, borken into a million little pieces, and spread out. THe only difference between me and it, was that it could be mended, and I was most certaintly irrepairable.
In the bathroom in the next room, I could hear my mom retching into the toilet bow, because she had had too much to drink. She was a peach, a rose compared to the rapist, my father.
I started shivering, even though I wasn't cold, as I started to think of him. I could still feel his breath on me from when he had stood in front of me at the court house. I closed my eyes as if I could make the pain go away by shutting everything out.
"I just wish that it owuld all go away," I whispered, "my heart bleeds and no one can stop it."
Slowly, opening my eyes, I spotted a jagged looking piece of glass. It had blood on it from where my knuckle grazed it as I had hit the mirror. Carefully, I picked it up, and poked the edge with my finger. Curiously, I looked at my finger tip, and could see a dot of blood oozing out. It looked like a tear, like a beautiful blood-red tear. I was crying from the inside out.
Usually, I was squemish around blood, but looking at the dot of blood on my finger, I was mesmerized. I found it fascinating at how my blood could still move that quickly, even though I felt numb and frozen all over.
Looking at the broken shard of glass again, I carefully put it against the inside of my wrist. Agaonizingly slow, I pushed down deep, and drew a scarlet line. Blood rushed out as I knicked a vein, and I felt some of the pressure in my chest, that I had been feeling all day release a little.
Again, I cut another line across the inlet of my wrist, and again, blood rushed out. Some more of the pressure lifted. Without even thinking, I was cutting deeper and harder again and again, and as the blood dripped down my arm, and gathered into a pool, I felt as free as a bird.
My life has never been good, it seems like it has only gotten progressively worse. It doesn't matter that I never seem to be happy, and nobody cares whether I am to exist or not. I live, only to prove that I can, and that I am not a quitter. There is nobody I can talk to, I have no friends, I am on my own. This is why I started cutting. Right after I realized this at nine years old, after I sat on the broken pieces of the mirror...
Hundreds of little mes were scattered out all around me. I was just like the mirror, borken into a million little pieces, and spread out. THe only difference between me and it, was that it could be mended, and I was most certaintly irrepairable.
In the bathroom in the next room, I could hear my mom retching into the toilet bow, because she had had too much to drink. She was a peach, a rose compared to the rapist, my father.
I started shivering, even though I wasn't cold, as I started to think of him. I could still feel his breath on me from when he had stood in front of me at the court house. I closed my eyes as if I could make the pain go away by shutting everything out.
"I just wish that it owuld all go away," I whispered, "my heart bleeds and no one can stop it."
Slowly, opening my eyes, I spotted a jagged looking piece of glass. It had blood on it from where my knuckle grazed it as I had hit the mirror. Carefully, I picked it up, and poked the edge with my finger. Curiously, I looked at my finger tip, and could see a dot of blood oozing out. It looked like a tear, like a beautiful blood-red tear. I was crying from the inside out.
Usually, I was squemish around blood, but looking at the dot of blood on my finger, I was mesmerized. I found it fascinating at how my blood could still move that quickly, even though I felt numb and frozen all over.
Looking at the broken shard of glass again, I carefully put it against the inside of my wrist. Agaonizingly slow, I pushed down deep, and drew a scarlet line. Blood rushed out as I knicked a vein, and I felt some of the pressure in my chest, that I had been feeling all day release a little.
Again, I cut another line across the inlet of my wrist, and again, blood rushed out. Some more of the pressure lifted. Without even thinking, I was cutting deeper and harder again and again, and as the blood dripped down my arm, and gathered into a pool, I felt as free as a bird.
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Please Login to post comments| On March 16th 2008 hotpinkangel10 Said : | |
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Oh that made me squeeze up inside. Did this really happen? |
| On March 15th 2008 xXPunkGirl09Xx Said : | |
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Wow, this is definitely good written I love it but it seriously depressed me.
Dad have to go to jail. God, he's crazy! Good job! Kmp! |
| On March 14th 2008 KiTiEwAzHeRe Said : | |
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wow this is a GREAT story!!! kmp plz.
thanx |
| On March 14th 2008 C4444 Said : | |
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Very Good... It's not my type of stories but I did read all of them.. KMP on all you do.. :0 |
| On March 14th 2008 fawzia11 Said : | |
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kmp |
| On March 14th 2008 stef4732 Said : | |
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Wow this is a great story kmp please |
| On March 14th 2008 LadyCha0s Said : | |
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wow.so sad but wonderfully written.kmp |
| On March 14th 2008 PeterSteeleYum Said : | |
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"Curiously, I looked at my finger tip, and could see a dot of blood oozing out. It looked like a tear, like a beautiful blood-red tear. I was crying from the inside out." Hmm, Loves it. |
| On March 14th 2008 sixtiesdoll Said : | |
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Omigosh! That was so descriptive. Really well written. Kmupdated~ |
| On March 14th 2008 xashleyrosex Said : | |
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ah, kmp |
| On March 14th 2008 Darkrose3 Said : | |
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Wow. Kmp |
