Her Suicide
By LovesInjecedVirus
She’s lying on her bed crying lifeless tears knowing that everything
that went wrong was her fault thinking…
There’s no reason for living…
There’s no point to this life…
This girl’s pain bleeds through her eyes and her life is in her own deathly
hands. Knowing that her life would be over soon she thinks about everything
good in her life. All the timeless memories of holding hands and soft kisses,
her chest starts to throb as her heart is breaking. The remedy she needed
to keep her alive was gone an out the window just like the fading scent
of his cologne. His devilish treatment... the truths of hypocrisy…the
difference of the truth and the omitted lies, the screaming insults of
not being worth anything. She can’t stop thinking, hoping that she can
forget about the pain she takes her anger out on herself, cutting inch
deep scars that pierce two inches deeper into her heart. Relieving stress
on paper writing stories and poems about death and her lost love. The last
thing she needs now is the picture of his face in her head.
All at once he rushes thorough the door and into her life again bringing
his hatred and abuse. The littlest mistakes leave this poor girl with bruises
and a black eye. Knowing in her mind and in her heart to stay alive, he
needs to leave. She musters up the courage to scream at him…
“Get out and never come back! This is it! I don’t want you hear anymore!”
His anger won’t subside. Wishing she wouldn’t have said
anything she knows that this is the end. This is the final beating. This
is his breaking point. He starts swinging and she starts screaming…
“HELP! PLEASE SOMEONE HELP!”
knowing no one will come to her rescue, she starts to fight
back. She’s never fought back before because she always wanted him just
to love her, but this time its different. Her head and her heart both know
that this love of his death is going to make her pain stop. She gets up
and runs into the torn down kitchen with the ripped drapery. Tripping over
the warped wood floor dwindling her chances of escape. Grabbing the largest,
sharpest knife, and with one quick swing she thrusts it into his stomach.
He stands there not realizing what just happened. She had gotten revenge.
Their love was gone from the first hit but she still kept all the memories
locked up. She walks away from his body lying in a pool of blood, looking
at her own blood stained fingers. She starts to cry. Not knowing why she’s
feeling this way she takes the knife and one last time cuts her tattered
skin to make the pain fade away, and runs into the safest place that she
knows of.
She's sitting in the corner of her room with mascara running down her cheeks
and a river of crimson red blood bleeding from her lifeless arm. She's
given up because of the things he’s said because she believes she deserves
nothing more than to rot in a hell that isn’t good enough for the devil
because he told her she was a disgrace. He told her she wasn’t good enough
and he was the one that drove her to die this horrific death of deaths.
He was the one that she confided in in the beginning, but in the end, made
her feel like she was the one doing everything wrong when in reality he
was the one throwing their lives away with the drugs, the alcohol, making
her feel worthless, the abuse and the hurtful words of slander. As she's
sitting in this corner all alone knowing that she has only a few minutes
to live all she thinks about is the past an the way she still loves him
without being able to understand it. She feels she did him a favor by leaving
this world and stopping all his hate because he made her believe she was
the reason he was doing these things. This is the only way she believed
that she could make him happy was by dieing and ending her life, even though
dead, his soul would still linger and haunt her.
As we all look upon her dead body in the morning knowing she died from
a broken heart and her life was lived no much more than a slave girls life…
she died for a man no worthy of a name in a story. She bleeds her last
drop of blood and she made her pain stop and what she believed as another’s
pain. He did this and he is the one that deserved nothing more than to
rot in hell for the things he made her believe about herself. This man
is merely a beast, showing what makes this world a world of hatred and
helplessness towards those who believe they have nothing to live for. The
pulsating suicide of this young child who had brought herself to die is
because of a nameless man. He was her happiness and he became her death.
Danielle’s broken heart will never mend. It’s gone forever along with
her beautiful name.
Comments on "Her Suicide"
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A former member wrote:
i just saw that it, indeed did mention her name. my mistake. still effective though.
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A former member wrote:
that was great, i liked the background to the story and how it refrenced a few times to their names without ever mentioning them. nice and long, a complete story with a sad ending. i liked it.
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On Thursday, November 17, 2005, Beautiful Scars
(175) wrote:
This is exremly beatiful and full of pain, I love it.. Im adding it to my favorites.. ..::Beatiful Scars::...