Simon's Daughters
End it.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CTTjLxXFg0k (listen to this while reading[open it in another tab] thanksss)
Someone knocked on my door “Paula?” It was Cora.
“No.”
“Okay” And with that Cora went away. I started to pace, running my hands through my hair. I was so afraid “He reminds me so much of… Him” I whispered. Still pacing, “I knew it, I knew he wasn’t good, I knew he would hurt me, just like Him” I am now thinking I am going inzen as I talk to myself, another added bonus to my worries. I thought I could trust him, but I was wrong. All my trust issued vanished for a while, it was nice. I let my guard down once, ONCE! But obviously that was a stupid idea.
The flashbacks came back. Him…
"Hi daddy" I ran up and gave my dad a hug.
"Get off of me" He pushed me off, I landed on my bum, my fluffy dress catching my fall.
"Come here sweetie" My mother picked me off the floor, brushing me off. "You know how daddy doesn't like hugs." She hugged me. She was thrown off me, her head hit chair side table. Knocking her out.
"Let's go get you changed" My dad began to rip my dress off me
"Help me" I screamed. No one came to my rescue. I was only 7. Not matter how loud I screamed no one helped. I had finally made a friend in 3rd grade, she only went behind my back, I told her my story, she told everyone. No one looked at me the same. Every time a new kid came to school, someone told him/her. I don’t know why no counselors tried to talk to me. My dads abuse got worse, and so did the bullying. I couldn’t trust anyone. Anyone I did trust, went behind my back.
I was hyperventilating. I can’t breath. I began to cry. Tears streamed down my face. I don’t know what to do, I have two choices… One: Live on with my life, remembering and living in horror. or two… end it.
Someone knocked on my door “Paula?” It was Cora.
“No.”
“Okay” And with that Cora went away. I started to pace, running my hands through my hair. I was so afraid “He reminds me so much of… Him” I whispered. Still pacing, “I knew it, I knew he wasn’t good, I knew he would hurt me, just like Him” I am now thinking I am going inzen as I talk to myself, another added bonus to my worries. I thought I could trust him, but I was wrong. All my trust issued vanished for a while, it was nice. I let my guard down once, ONCE! But obviously that was a stupid idea.
The flashbacks came back. Him…
"Hi daddy" I ran up and gave my dad a hug.
"Get off of me" He pushed me off, I landed on my bum, my fluffy dress catching my fall.
"Come here sweetie" My mother picked me off the floor, brushing me off. "You know how daddy doesn't like hugs." She hugged me. She was thrown off me, her head hit chair side table. Knocking her out.
"Let's go get you changed" My dad began to rip my dress off me
"Help me" I screamed. No one came to my rescue. I was only 7. Not matter how loud I screamed no one helped. I had finally made a friend in 3rd grade, she only went behind my back, I told her my story, she told everyone. No one looked at me the same. Every time a new kid came to school, someone told him/her. I don’t know why no counselors tried to talk to me. My dads abuse got worse, and so did the bullying. I couldn’t trust anyone. Anyone I did trust, went behind my back.
I was hyperventilating. I can’t breath. I began to cry. Tears streamed down my face. I don’t know what to do, I have two choices… One: Live on with my life, remembering and living in horror. or two… end it.
Notes
So basically we decided to type this together over Google Apps.... These are our extra notes.......
I like LOUIS TOMLINSON AND CONNOR FRANTA jeeze.- Paula
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-Me
@CarterMarie
That's so sad... I'm sorry.
2/23/15