A True Miracle
The sharp edge sliced through my arm with intense speed. I could smell and feel the warm blood run down my arm in zigzag motions. It felt so good that I could barley stop but, I knew that I needed to stop or else I would die right here on the bathroom floor. I’ve thought about killing my self a lot in the past year. I mean who would care if I did anyways. Ryan and Karen definitely wouldn’t and I don’t have any friends. The only thing that keeps me from going that far is this feeling that I have. I just know that something good is going to happen. I can feel it and it’s getting stronger every minute.
I lye in my bed, restless and in pain. My head still pounding from the unnerving blow to my head a few hours ago. Ryan-who unfortunately is my "father" but not in my mind-decided to take his anger out on my head today, leaving a huge purple bruise around my right eye. Lucky for me my hair just so happens to be cut so that it covers three-fourths of my face and the dark black compared to my skin will draw most of the attention away.
His superficial, blonde wife, Karen, plays along and does every single thing he says. Surprisingly, she’s still in perfect formality, unless she’s hiding something she doesn’t want anyone to see.
I was so close to being over the edge. When I paced myself to get up I heard the door slowly creak open. I looked up just to be glared at longingly by Ryan. He gave me a threatened stare that sent a chill down my spine. I knew what was getting ready to happen. He comes more often now. When it first happened I screamed and fought but he was just to strong. It hurt so bad then but now it’s different event though it scares me to the point of tears. I told the counselor at school but she thought that I was making it up just to get attention.
I’ve learned that screaming or struggling doesn’t help it just makes him angrier. So now I just close my eyes and pretend I’m not in my body. Most of the time it works until he makes it hurt and I just want to die right then and there.
He crawled onto my bed toward me staring at me intently. It looked as if he were looking right through me at something he desired. I felt his rough, icy hands slide under my shirt. I wanted to get away so bad but there was no chance that I would win. His other hand found its way to a place that I would rather not mention. That’s when I shut my tear-filled eyes and dreamed.
I dreamed of a boy, but it wasn’t just any boy. It was the boy of my dreams. His hair was like black silk and his eyes were like unfound oceans waiting to be found. I longed to be lost in them. His lips were like bubble gum as our mouths connected. They were stuck together. He was almost just like me in every way. We lay on my bed as I trace my finger over the scars left by blades and jagged sharp edges. They were formed in perfect symmetry and went up and down both arms like railway tracks. They were just like mine. Then he reached his hand out and covered up my mouth. He grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me up. I couldn’t breath. I opened my eyes to find that it wasn’t my dream boy suffocating me. Ryan didn’t stop, in just a few more seconds I would be unconscious. I tried my best to get him off of me but he didn’t budge. With all the strength left in my body I pulled back my arm and fired right into his right eye. He pulled away holding his head in his hands. I lye still on my bed with all of my energy drained. When he let go of his head he got of the bed in one rapid movement and pulled me along with him. I thought that I would pass out at any moment because of the sudden movement. He pushed me with unimaginable force and I ended up on the floor against the wall. I didn’t feel it now but I was sure that I was going to feel it later on. He walked over to me and looked down at me with is almost black eyes and said, "Next time." I felt a huge amount of pressure on my head then the room dissolved to black.
The sharp edge sliced through my arm with intense speed. I could smell and feel the warm blood run down my arm in zigzag motions. It felt so good that I could barley stop but, I knew that I needed to stop or else I would die right here on the bathroom floor. I’ve thought about killing my self a lot in the past year. I mean who would care if I did anyways. Ryan and Karen definitely wouldn’t and I don’t have any friends. The only thing that keeps me from going that far is this feeling that I have. I just know that something good is going to happen. I can feel it and it’s getting stronger every minute.
I lye in my bed, restless and in pain. My head still pounding from the unnerving blow to my head a few hours ago. Ryan-who unfortunately is my "father" but not in my mind-decided to take his anger out on my head today, leaving a huge purple bruise around my right eye. Lucky for me my hair just so happens to be cut so that it covers three-fourths of my face and the dark black compared to my skin will draw most of the attention away.
His superficial, blonde wife, Karen, plays along and does every single thing he says. Surprisingly, she’s still in perfect formality, unless she’s hiding something she doesn’t want anyone to see.
I was so close to being over the edge. When I paced myself to get up I heard the door slowly creak open. I looked up just to be glared at longingly by Ryan. He gave me a threatened stare that sent a chill down my spine. I knew what was getting ready to happen. He comes more often now. When it first happened I screamed and fought but he was just to strong. It hurt so bad then but now it’s different event though it scares me to the point of tears. I told the counselor at school but she thought that I was making it up just to get attention.
I’ve learned that screaming or struggling doesn’t help it just makes him angrier. So now I just close my eyes and pretend I’m not in my body. Most of the time it works until he makes it hurt and I just want to die right then and there.
He crawled onto my bed toward me staring at me intently. It looked as if he were looking right through me at something he desired. I felt his rough, icy hands slide under my shirt. I wanted to get away so bad but there was no chance that I would win. His other hand found its way to a place that I would rather not mention. That’s when I shut my tear-filled eyes and dreamed.
I dreamed of a boy, but it wasn’t just any boy. It was the boy of my dreams. His hair was like black silk and his eyes were like unfound oceans waiting to be found. I longed to be lost in them. His lips were like bubble gum as our mouths connected. They were stuck together. He was almost just like me in every way. We lay on my bed as I trace my finger over the scars left by blades and jagged sharp edges. They were formed in perfect symmetry and went up and down both arms like railway tracks. They were just like mine. Then he reached his hand out and covered up my mouth. He grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me up. I couldn’t breath. I opened my eyes to find that it wasn’t my dream boy suffocating me. Ryan didn’t stop, in just a few more seconds I would be unconscious. I tried my best to get him off of me but he didn’t budge. With all the strength left in my body I pulled back my arm and fired right into his right eye. He pulled away holding his head in his hands. I lye still on my bed with all of my energy drained. When he let go of his head he got of the bed in one rapid movement and pulled me along with him. I thought that I would pass out at any moment because of the sudden movement. He pushed me with unimaginable force and I ended up on the floor against the wall. I didn’t feel it now but I was sure that I was going to feel it later on. He walked over to me and looked down at me with is almost black eyes and said, "Next time." I felt a huge amount of pressure on my head then the room dissolved to black.
