This short story was written on May 22, 2014.. Enjoy!
You don't respect me. You deceive me as though I have treated you wrong. You treat me like a slave. You don't stop when I say stop. You always pick on me because I'm not the same. You hurt me and since you are stronger and older, I cannot escape. Your hand prints lay across my body like a curse.
This story was written on June 10, 2013.
The pain; I feel. The taste; I displease. There is nothing worse than living with people that keep me from living without pain in my heart. So much pain I wish to run away. All I'm asking for is people who love me for who I am, or at least for people who don't gift me with pain and suffering. As tears roll down my face, I can no longer feel. I can no longer be happy or feel loved. I sit here with the taste of soap in my mouth and my arms and legs weak from trying to get away from you. They've been bruised and beaten and pelted with pain so hard that I regret even talking. I have no tears to shed anymore, nor any air left to breathe due to the hands that remain around my neck. As soap fills up my throat, I feel like giving up. All this rage and sorrow is making me lose focus and the strength to stay alive. I can't think. I lost half my sight from the lack of oxygen going to my head. I start to blackout. Every time I try to swallow, I taste soap and not to mention I have to eat soap every hour. How do I get help? The abuse won't just stop.
Thanks for reading!! Hope you liked it! These stories are just events that happen in my life not jut things I think about, so enjoy and welcome to my Blog if you are new!!
-The Writer
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