Blood. Scars for life dripped off her trembling wrist. She knew that it would hurt, but the pain was so overwhelming, it made her want to die. At the tender age of 12 she didn't know what to do, The blood dripping on the floor made her want to vomit. She held back and placed one of her moms "best towels" on her wrist. "Not so good anymore" she mumbled. She cleaned the dripped blood from the floor and the sink and fumbled a bandage around her small wrist. She headed off toward her room bout the sweet smell of blood still clinged in the air. Collapsing on her bed she thought about how she had come to this point. "Everyone hates me." she thought. "I have no friends and my family doesn't give a sh** about me." "Id be better off dead." she started to drowze off due to the amout of blood that left her body.
*
In the mid-night she woke up with a jolt due to the screaming in the living room. She got up and opened the door slightly and crept downstairs. Her mother and father were fighting like usual ever since the divorce papers. They caught no attention to Amy until a certain glance. "Amy, honey, why don't you go back to bed?" said her mom with a trembling but steady voice. "Why do you guys fight every night? Why doesn't one of you just move OUT?!!" screamed Amy. "Do hwat your mother said!" Yelled her dad. "FINE!! I don't give a SH**!!!" She ran upstairs and slammed the door making her whole room quiver. Raging hot tears filled her eyes and dripped down her cheeks. "Why the hell am I here?!!!" she screamed at the top of her voice and punched the wall. She kept punching until a hole pierced through the piece of plaster. At that point her knuckles were bloody and swollen. She ignored the pain till she could stand it no more. She layed on her bed and collaped into a restless sleep. After all, tomorrow was a school day.
Drama
Created on 5-18-07
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Story Rating G
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