She comes in with a loud BAM! “OI BITCH! COME AND GET MY SHIT FOR ME!” She slurs as I stab her in the back with my (w/f) and she yelps in pain. I wait for her to come back, I hide in the shadows, waiting for her bitchy presence to appear. The perfect weapon to end her pitiful life. “My dear (s/n) and (b/n)… I promise that’ll kill that bloody whore… for you guys! I’ll do it all with a smile… for you guys.” I grab a nearby knife, but let it go, as I’m a weapon… a (w/f) to be exact. I laugh madly was I cup my face in my hands, smearing the blood from my beloved siblings. My face covered in some bruises and tiny cuts. My (h/c) (h/l) messy with hints of blood in it. I slowly make my way to the bathroom to bandage my leg. Their eyes now a flat grey, as I rise with my leg no longer in pain. “P-p-please f-f-find… happiness… (y-y/n)… don’t c-cry… be s-s-strong… for…us…” “Shut up! You’ll live just don’t leave me!” I scream in agony as their tiny weak voices fill my ears with their last words. Smile… for… us… (y-y/n).” They tell me as tears fall down my face. “(s/n)! (b/n)! Don’t talk! Just stay with me! I’m sure I can get you to live!” I wail again as their hands lift weakly to grab my hand, in the process covering my hands with their blood. “(y-y-y/n)… d-d-don’t… cry…” their voices fade a bit, and I get up in order to see them smile weakly. (b-b-b/n)… I w-w-was too late!” I wail as I hear two weak voices call my name. I quickly unlock the door only to see two tiny defenseless bodies, they’re covered in blood, covered in cuts, covered in gore. There’s a puddle of crimson liquid seeping through the door. I stop at the closet door, and my legs give in as my injured leg refuses to stand any longer. No no no no no no! They can’t be dead! I locked that closet so she couldn’t get in! I took every precaution I could to save them!
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You can’t even protect your so-called “reason to live”! hahahaha!” She laughs like a serial killer and my eyes widen as I realize what she means. She only smiles at my defenseless body, and says the following words: She staggers out the door again, to do who knows what. It’s my fault that my siblings live in fear. It’s her own damn fault he left, not mine. They always tell me to hit her back, but it’s useless. They smile and worry over me, but I shake it off. They’re only 8 and 6 years old, they don’t deserve to be treated like this. I would rather her hit and abuse me, rather than my siblings. My arms couldn’t fight back, so I let her do so. On my face, legs, back, anywhere basically. “IT’S YOUR FAULT THAT HE LEFT ME! IT WAS ALL YOU!” She managed to get back up and hit me, many times. I didn’t wince, she’s cut me and abused me so much, I can’t feel anything. She fell flat on her face, but had managed to cut my leg, to the point that you could see the bone. I hope my little brother and sister stay in the closet I put them in, I don’t want her to kill them. She missed as she was drunk, though she was always drunk. “IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT! YOU BITCH!” She screamed while throwing an empty glass water at your head. I put the knife down and stare at my arms.ģ Years ago… It all began three years ago…
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They don’t hurt anymore… I’ve gotten used to the feeling, but when the knife leaves my skin it hurts just as bad as the first time. My arms are littered with cuts, some new, some old, and the ones that I’ve just put on myself. It’s always been like this, I put on a mask with a smile around others as my crippling burden is released when I’m alone. The blood flows out of my arm, as the knife is dyed crimson with my blood. Someone out there loves you and cares about you.
If you feel like you want to commit suicide, DON'T, Someone cares about you okay? Hell, I care about every single one of y'all, so don't do it.
(A/N: Please note that I'm not trying to 'romanticize' suicide.
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