emo kidA Story by Janice Fronek(red.panda)Tears rolling down, arms full of blood, and with every little scar I blame no one but myself. I'm sitting here with a broken heart one with no love inside. The thoughs of suicide are rolling in mind. I grab a knife, take my arm and I cut into my skin as deep as the blade will go. Blood rushes down. I watch every drop that hits the ground and think to myself 'What will it be like if I killed myself?' as I stare at my arm with no emotion in my face the thought keeps repeating in my mind. I was getting tired so I wrap my arm with something to make the bleeding stop. As I lay in my bed, I close my eyes, and picture a place beyoud this world. A world with love, no hate, and people that care about me. Once I fall a sleep, I dream of that wonderful place. I wake up, and I hear my step dad compaining about me "That dumb b***h upstairs has no one, but yourself. The only reason she's still here is because no one wants her". my mom speaks "Ya her real father doesn't even want her. The only reason he said he will take her is because he thinks he don't have to pay for childsurport". I'm crying from every word I hear. Maybe they are right, maybe no one loves me, maybe I am worthless, and maybe I am a dumb b***h. Thinking about it make mes want to cry a little more. I hear them stop talking, I got out of bed, put my clothes, and I was starting to walk down the steps. Slowing opening the door by the steps, I see my step dad standing there with some much hate in his eyes. I walk past him really fast. I wasn't fast eough, he grab my neck and push me to the ground " Where do you think your going?!" I left my lag up and kicked him in the chess. Soon as he let go, I ran outside and kept on running until I was out of breath. The wind was blowing against my face. My eyes were full of tears. I kept on walking until I got to my friends house. His family let me stay there for as long as I wanted to, but a few day later the cops came and got me. They took me home, and my step talked to them "Think you for bringing her home, I'm sorry for all of the this sir," "It's alright sir, but I need to know why she ran away" one of the cops said. "She's just some dumb kid that thinks she can get away with anything, she's lazy, and she only cares about herself" my step dad had said as he liad through his teeth. "okay than, that's all I need to know" the cops left and soon they were gone, my step yelled at me and said that i'm grouded. I think to myself 'He's an a*s hole' and I walk up the steps slowing. I lay in my bed. I look up and said "Where is my savior, I need one to save from all of this pain. Someone please save me" tears roll heavily down my face. I close my eyes. "I wish I wouldn't wake up to this place again" I had said right before I fell asleep. *** "Take me away, Take me away!" I had yelled at myself hoping someone would hear me, but no one had. I look at the sky, with my arms wide open. The wind blows against my face, as if it was whrispering to me. I felt like I was free, free from all death, from all hate, and all pain. I smile for the very frist time in a long time. My heart sparks with hope inside, and the smell of love is in the air. "Fearless", a young voice had said. I look over where I heard it from and there was a little boy standing there with a big smile oh his face and he spoke again "Fearless" I smile even more and said "Yes, Fearless" My eyes filled with tears of joy, and I started to run in a feild of flowers. So many flowers where around me. I dropped to the ground and smell a flower in front of me. The beautiful of it's smell let my heart feel free. 'I most be in heaven' I said in my mind. "What are you waiting for come on you gotta meet our wonderful god" He said as he runs away and gives me a sign to follow him. © 2013 Janice Fronek(red.panda) |
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Added on January 7, 2013Last Updated on January 7, 2013 AuthorJanice Fronek(red.panda)antigo, WIAboutHello there my name is Janice Fronek. I had been writing for five years now and I had been very successful in writing. I am very over protective of my writing and the format that I write in. My favo.. more.. |

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