Post by arwen winter diesira on Aug 17, 2011 18:13:10 GMT -5
" you can't keep making problems for yourself, arwen" her mother shouted up the stairs as arwen ran off. as the door slammed shut, and closed, arwen locked the door as fast as she could. she knew her mother would come up running after her trying to shout more things at her. she already knew how this game went. they had fights twice a day, normally it was worse. she looked to the window, as she heard the car pull out of the driveway. she sighed, and then went to her door. she unlocked the door, and opened it quietly looking out to the hall. wistly was gone off to do whatever she normally does, her mother seemed to leave, and her father was at work.
she was alone, and that was how she liked it. she didn't like anyone in this house, at all. she just wished she lived with niv. she knew that it would be a better life if she did. she wouldn't have to go through the yelling, and well the plain hell hole house that this place was. she just wished one of her siblings that actually cared lived with her. she moved slowly as she heard her phone go off. she looked to the screen to see her mother. she slowly picked it up.
'hello'
'you know arwen, you cause so many problems. you wonder whats wrong with you. all these doctors, all the money we spend. just to fix you.'
' why can't you just get over the fact i'm unfixable'
'damnit arwen'
-hang up-
she looked to her bed, and then her draw, and just fell to the ground. she put her head in her hands, and just started to cry. she had no inspiration to ever feel better, she had no inspiration to call anyone. she just wished that her brother or even god damn wicca would walk through this door. she moved her body, slowly to her draw, and opened it up. she slowly picked up the blade that she had in there. she looked down at her scared up arm, and cried. she hated doing this, but how else could she deal with this all? she pulled the blade over her skin once. the red ozzing liquid flooded out of the cut, and she felt once again, alright. but in the sense of it she didn't.
she pressed it lightly, and then slid the blade over her skin once more, making a cut on her perfect skin that she had messed up so badly in the past year. she remembered the first time she had cut. it had been such a relief from all the yelling and screaming that her mother and father had done that day over niv's and wicca's stuff. they never payed attention to arwen. even before she was older, it was always the other three siblings. now finally, it was about arwen and she wished it wasn't. she then suddenly sliced her skin once more.
she was alone, and that was how she liked it. she didn't like anyone in this house, at all. she just wished she lived with niv. she knew that it would be a better life if she did. she wouldn't have to go through the yelling, and well the plain hell hole house that this place was. she just wished one of her siblings that actually cared lived with her. she moved slowly as she heard her phone go off. she looked to the screen to see her mother. she slowly picked it up.
'hello'
'you know arwen, you cause so many problems. you wonder whats wrong with you. all these doctors, all the money we spend. just to fix you.'
' why can't you just get over the fact i'm unfixable'
'damnit arwen'
-hang up-
she looked to her bed, and then her draw, and just fell to the ground. she put her head in her hands, and just started to cry. she had no inspiration to ever feel better, she had no inspiration to call anyone. she just wished that her brother or even god damn wicca would walk through this door. she moved her body, slowly to her draw, and opened it up. she slowly picked up the blade that she had in there. she looked down at her scared up arm, and cried. she hated doing this, but how else could she deal with this all? she pulled the blade over her skin once. the red ozzing liquid flooded out of the cut, and she felt once again, alright. but in the sense of it she didn't.
she pressed it lightly, and then slid the blade over her skin once more, making a cut on her perfect skin that she had messed up so badly in the past year. she remembered the first time she had cut. it had been such a relief from all the yelling and screaming that her mother and father had done that day over niv's and wicca's stuff. they never payed attention to arwen. even before she was older, it was always the other three siblings. now finally, it was about arwen and she wished it wasn't. she then suddenly sliced her skin once more.
