Her Story of Pain
This is a mostly fictional story about a girl's pain. The only true part is the lines she started cutting in 10th grade because she couldn't stand her mom being a bitch.
The girl looked around the school waiting for someone to notice her red marks, notice the deeds she had done to her body the night before. She didn't want to start putting herself in the arms of addiction again. But like most addicted people it was hard for her to stay sober.
She started cutting in 10th grade when she couldn't stand her mom being a bitch. She started cutting because she couldn't release her pain anymore. She couldn't cry around her mom, she yelled at her for being such a baby. Perfect people didn't' cry, and that was how her mom wanted her to be.
She had to get perfect grades and have perfect personality. She couldn't; yell, cuss, talk back, cry. She couldn't see why her mom was treating her like that. It was bad enough that her mom and dad were getting a divorce. It was her mom's fault. She yelled at him for everything.
She accused her dad of abuse, which never happened. That is why the judge made her live with her mom. She could only see her ad once a week during the summer, which broke her heart. She had always been a daddy's girl. She would talk to him on the phone once in a while, but it wasn't enough for her.
She missed her dad so much. One night after her mom was done yelling at her, she was shaving her legs and accidentally cut herself. She felt instead pain. She found out that the pain made her feel better, so from then on she cute herself.
After about 6 months her best friend caught her cutting. She told her mom which put her in counseling. She finally stopped. So far about a year she was clean from the red monster. But then she heard the news. Her dad was died, she couldn't think, she was numb. She started to cry. Her mom walked into her room and saw her cry.
She hit her on her face, telling her daughter that her father was nothing to cry over. She went into the bathroom to try and collect herself. She was looking for a washcloth, when she noticed a razor that she threw in there a long time ago. She made a small red mark on the bottom of her foot. It felt so good to her again. The red monster, not her friend, had come back.
The next day she tried to act normal as all the students told her that they were sorry about her dad. She didn't really want to think about that right then, but she couldn't tell her peers that. After she got home the next night her mom told her that she couldn't' go to her dad's visitation or funeral.
She was going to more herself and her daughter faraway, were no one could find them. After she heard that she run into the bathroom and cried silently. She then heard her mom leaving for work, so she was alone. She went into the spare room and saw a couple of her dad's shotguns that he left.
She took one down from the rake and started to think about suicide so she could be with her dad. She wrote a letter than pulled the trigger toward her head. Blood shot everywhere. She was now dead. She had taken herself from the face of the world. The next morning the whole school found out about the girl's suicide.
They couldn't believe it. She was a great student, friendly about all traits. At her funeral, which her mother didn't attend. That close friend that noticed her cutting that long year and a half ago read her suicide letter. She also s added some of her own words to say bout her fiend. She said, "I was the one that noticed her cutting in out 10th grade year.
I thought after she had gone through her counseling that she was better. We should have realized that nothing was right. I personality knew how close she was to her father. I knew that she talked about her mom yelling at her a lot. This is her letter that she wrote before she commented suicide. "Dear people, I don't' know who is going to see this first. But please tell my friends and my school that I loved them all. But I couldn't stand it any longer.
My mom didn't let me cry over my dad's death. She didn't allow me to go to his visitation or funeral and she was going to move me to a different state so one could find us. I didn't' want to leave my home that I had leaved for 17 years in. I wanted to die in my home; I have some found memories here. So that's why I did it. I'm going to see my daddy now, and hopefully I won't have to see my mom anymore
I hope she rots in hell. Please don't mourn me, just remember all the good times." Years passed, people always remembered her. They took her story to heart and always watched out for signs of cutting or thoughts of suicide. And you ask about her mom. She was put in jail a year latter for emotionally abusing her daughter. She died in jail, the same way her daughter did, except for a rope instead of a gun.
She started cutting in 10th grade when she couldn't stand her mom being a bitch. She started cutting because she couldn't release her pain anymore. She couldn't cry around her mom, she yelled at her for being such a baby. Perfect people didn't' cry, and that was how her mom wanted her to be.
She had to get perfect grades and have perfect personality. She couldn't; yell, cuss, talk back, cry. She couldn't see why her mom was treating her like that. It was bad enough that her mom and dad were getting a divorce. It was her mom's fault. She yelled at him for everything.
She accused her dad of abuse, which never happened. That is why the judge made her live with her mom. She could only see her ad once a week during the summer, which broke her heart. She had always been a daddy's girl. She would talk to him on the phone once in a while, but it wasn't enough for her.
She missed her dad so much. One night after her mom was done yelling at her, she was shaving her legs and accidentally cut herself. She felt instead pain. She found out that the pain made her feel better, so from then on she cute herself.
After about 6 months her best friend caught her cutting. She told her mom which put her in counseling. She finally stopped. So far about a year she was clean from the red monster. But then she heard the news. Her dad was died, she couldn't think, she was numb. She started to cry. Her mom walked into her room and saw her cry.
She hit her on her face, telling her daughter that her father was nothing to cry over. She went into the bathroom to try and collect herself. She was looking for a washcloth, when she noticed a razor that she threw in there a long time ago. She made a small red mark on the bottom of her foot. It felt so good to her again. The red monster, not her friend, had come back.
The next day she tried to act normal as all the students told her that they were sorry about her dad. She didn't really want to think about that right then, but she couldn't tell her peers that. After she got home the next night her mom told her that she couldn't' go to her dad's visitation or funeral.
She was going to more herself and her daughter faraway, were no one could find them. After she heard that she run into the bathroom and cried silently. She then heard her mom leaving for work, so she was alone. She went into the spare room and saw a couple of her dad's shotguns that he left.
She took one down from the rake and started to think about suicide so she could be with her dad. She wrote a letter than pulled the trigger toward her head. Blood shot everywhere. She was now dead. She had taken herself from the face of the world. The next morning the whole school found out about the girl's suicide.
They couldn't believe it. She was a great student, friendly about all traits. At her funeral, which her mother didn't attend. That close friend that noticed her cutting that long year and a half ago read her suicide letter. She also s added some of her own words to say bout her fiend. She said, "I was the one that noticed her cutting in out 10th grade year.
I thought after she had gone through her counseling that she was better. We should have realized that nothing was right. I personality knew how close she was to her father. I knew that she talked about her mom yelling at her a lot. This is her letter that she wrote before she commented suicide. "Dear people, I don't' know who is going to see this first. But please tell my friends and my school that I loved them all. But I couldn't stand it any longer.
My mom didn't let me cry over my dad's death. She didn't allow me to go to his visitation or funeral and she was going to move me to a different state so one could find us. I didn't' want to leave my home that I had leaved for 17 years in. I wanted to die in my home; I have some found memories here. So that's why I did it. I'm going to see my daddy now, and hopefully I won't have to see my mom anymore
I hope she rots in hell. Please don't mourn me, just remember all the good times." Years passed, people always remembered her. They took her story to heart and always watched out for signs of cutting or thoughts of suicide. And you ask about her mom. She was put in jail a year latter for emotionally abusing her daughter. She died in jail, the same way her daughter did, except for a rope instead of a gun.
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