Posted by Anonymous on 2012/11/15 under Uncategorized I sit there crying, wondering….Why am I still alive? I can feel it now, I glance down I see it dripping on to my mattress. Its red bright red, I don’t care I keep going, and I cant stop. Why cant I stop? Why cant everything & everyone just go away? I glance back down there is a pool of blood on my mattress, thats when I stop. For that one second I felt like me, the girl who is always happy, had nothing to frown about, that girl who wanted to live. Then reality hits me, how am I going to explain this to my mother? Will she finally figure it out? That she is the reason? She is the reason I do the this to myself the reason I want to die. Thats when the memories come flooding back to me. The way she put her hands on me, the things she said to me, her trying to send me away. I try to escape her madness but I cant, in her eyes everything I do is wrong. Why cant I be what she wants? Why cant I be the perfect daughter like she wants me to be? Why is everything about me wrong? The sound of someone knocking brings me out of my own head, its her. She is telling me she is sorry and she didn’t mean it. I didn’t care she always says sorry, and always would keep doing it. She pauses as if she wanted me to respond, I don’t, I’m numb. I feel as if I’m a statue, motionless. I don’t evan glance to look at the door. Finally I can her her footsteps, walking down the stairs, and out the door. Im alone again.