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From recycledfaery
Fill in the gap:
When I first told my family about
_______
They didn’t believe me.
Word Count: 229
When I first told my family about being sexually abused
They didnt believe me. I could see it in their eyes and the expression on their face spoke more then a hundred words. No words needed to be spoken, I could see it and feel it. My already fragile soul broke even more as I can still remember the words "Are you sure that this is true?". My heart shatterd into pieces, some pieces can never be recovered. They are gone with the wind, never to be found again.
Then I told them about killing myself, thinking that they would be better of without me, I who ruin everybody that comes near me. They still didnt believe me.
So here I`am on the bathroom floor, clutching the razor. I want to destroy the body I`m trapped in, no matter what it takes. No matter how much mutilation or pain I have to take, I will succeed. I bring it down to my wrists and dig it deep down in my skin, pulling it torwards myself. Left is a trail of blood, trickling down my wrist.I cut again and again, until my veins are open. I close my eyes for a split second and when I open them again, I look down upon my family standing there looking at my lifeless body. Will they believe me now that I`m gone?
Fill in the gap:
When I first told my family about
_______
They didn’t believe me.
Word Count: 229
When I first told my family about being sexually abused
They didnt believe me. I could see it in their eyes and the expression on their face spoke more then a hundred words. No words needed to be spoken, I could see it and feel it. My already fragile soul broke even more as I can still remember the words "Are you sure that this is true?". My heart shatterd into pieces, some pieces can never be recovered. They are gone with the wind, never to be found again.
Then I told them about killing myself, thinking that they would be better of without me, I who ruin everybody that comes near me. They still didnt believe me.
So here I`am on the bathroom floor, clutching the razor. I want to destroy the body I`m trapped in, no matter what it takes. No matter how much mutilation or pain I have to take, I will succeed. I bring it down to my wrists and dig it deep down in my skin, pulling it torwards myself. Left is a trail of blood, trickling down my wrist.I cut again and again, until my veins are open. I close my eyes for a split second and when I open them again, I look down upon my family standing there looking at my lifeless body. Will they believe me now that I`m gone?