Darkness of past

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Personal Finance  |  House: Booksie Classic

My fears are finally coming to an end........this story is fictional

The past haunts me...the cold blade through my wrist burns and the only pain was through the lost of friends,insults betrayed I had to deal with since a child...I never thought that the scars would haunt me until now the fact of being a cutter resembles me into a monster...no one knows until now people think we cut ourselves to get attention but their are something's we can't explain even through our eyes...the redness of my blood runs through my flesh....soon the pain will relived me....the memories are a blur the screaming..the begging ...the pleading of being free....I.......cry in my sleep until I see that nothing is there....he murder my kindness I loved him like a father but he was a sycho sick man who would hide being the face of an angelic human being he is no longer here but who knows what he is doing........the fact is this persons name will be reveled when the day comes .......and my hatred grows stronger than ever before ...... The events runs to me like a blur I remeber when I was still 8 an innocent child you told me sleep with you so I did I thought of you as a father..,your hands would touch my small fragile body I would scream pleading tears would run through my eyes I tried to run free but I couldnt I wasnt strong enough I couldn't fight back by heart was beating so fast and hard that my body would tremble underneath all the chaos now my memory was a blur I didn't remeber until now I would cry myself to sleep and relieve myself from the pain... Know I was old enough but I was to scared to say anything you would walk around like nothing happen until that day I was in a room away from everything in my perfect world I was awaken my the horror once again but this time I fought back....... I managed to leave the room but you pulled me back and threw me making me hit my head so hard I could smell my own blood that no matter what you did to me. You laughed manically and with a cruel heart as you came closer my eye site was a blur I was able to grab the first thing my hands could grasp....it was the wooden stick you would use to walk with I swinged it across and made you black out the smell of your blood as you laid their...I blackout as well the last thing I remembered was what I've done the last thing I know was waking up in a hospital bed with my parents eyes with tears bloodshot red they had soon realized that they hadn't been listening to me at all being able to understand what I had gone through I had finally speaked up for myself after 7 years....I no longer have to be afraid because now you will suffer in the pits of hell more than any man has every suffered and soon I will laugh at you suffering but I know deep inside of me am a dark soul..........

Submitted: April 19, 2012

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Hi! The story is there but I just hoped you could have elaborated the scenes more so as to give life to the emotions. There were some grammar issues and also with the punctuation. Nonetheless, you can still improve them. :)

Sat, April 21st, 2012 12:25pm

declan mckimm

It was rather effective, although there was no action involved in this short description except the pain that you or the character goes through. If this is true, I understand that you had to get it off your chest but unfortunately, this was not for me. 5/10.

Sat, April 28th, 2012 8:38pm


I know its just that I've just started but I know its not that good ill work on it more when I have time :/

Sun, April 29th, 2012 3:36pm


well, no ones perfect. and anyways this is how you wana portray your story the way u want. sogo for it if its the way u wana start. good luck bye, :D

Wed, May 2nd, 2012 11:22am

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