Cutting Away
This is the prologue to the story Cutting Away.
"What is this? What is it huh?!" As he shoved his hand containing marijuana in my face. "I don’t know what it is"
"You know damn well what it is, what the hell were you thinking?"
"I wasn’t thinking about anything" I said with anger.
"Yeah you’re right you weren’t thinking" my dad had said.
He grabbed me by the wrist. I started screaming, I had lost it. I wanted to jump out of the window to escape this hellhole. My dad had slammed me against the bedroom wall. He had let go then, I slid down the wall holding my head for I knew that it was bleeding.
"Don’t you ever try to hide things away from me, was the last thing my dad had said to me before he slammed my door on his way out.
Still crying tears of what had happened in the past 5 minutes, I got up and laid on my bed didn’t even care about the blood that was leaking from my head or that it stained my bed sheets or the walls. I had laid there the whole night crying. My name is Emma, I’m sixteen years old, and I have no life that is why I do drugs, cut myself, and have a "boyfriend" who only wants one thing from me……. sex. I only go to school three days a week, on those days I skip classes just to cut, escape my home and have my daily dose. I go to the bathroom and cut away watching the blood drip down. I do this because I have no life; I do this because I deserve it. I need the pain; I want it because I don’t deserve to live.
"You know damn well what it is, what the hell were you thinking?"
"I wasn’t thinking about anything" I said with anger.
"Yeah you’re right you weren’t thinking" my dad had said.
He grabbed me by the wrist. I started screaming, I had lost it. I wanted to jump out of the window to escape this hellhole. My dad had slammed me against the bedroom wall. He had let go then, I slid down the wall holding my head for I knew that it was bleeding.
"Don’t you ever try to hide things away from me, was the last thing my dad had said to me before he slammed my door on his way out.
Still crying tears of what had happened in the past 5 minutes, I got up and laid on my bed didn’t even care about the blood that was leaking from my head or that it stained my bed sheets or the walls. I had laid there the whole night crying. My name is Emma, I’m sixteen years old, and I have no life that is why I do drugs, cut myself, and have a "boyfriend" who only wants one thing from me……. sex. I only go to school three days a week, on those days I skip classes just to cut, escape my home and have my daily dose. I go to the bathroom and cut away watching the blood drip down. I do this because I have no life; I do this because I deserve it. I need the pain; I want it because I don’t deserve to live.
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