CrimsonStari

I sat curled up in our brand new lazy boy couch, listening to evanescence- My immortal, for the sixth time. I had accidentally hit the repeat button, and when I tried to turn it off I dropped the remote and the battery rolled under the couch. I had been sobbing and sipping on a bottle of Grey goose vodka, from dads special collection, and didn’t dare try to stand up. How could I feel so sorry for myself, I should have known there was no such thing as love, how could I be so stupid. His name was Sean...Sean porter and I hated him with a passion. I hiccupped and choked. “shit” Now I was wearing a vodka stained AC/DC shirt. &#

“Are you sure that’s her” “ Yes, yes, Im sure, I’ve tasted her blood” “You what!!!!” “No—listen, she had hurt herself….i did not bite her” *sigh* “Good….good, I’ll stay here and guard the door” he said “Ok” and with that the other one turned to leave. I woke up, and slowly opened my eyes….”Oh my god im blind!” I reached in front of me, and warm silk filled my hand….*oh he-he the sheets were over my head* “stupid” I mumbled to myself. And raised myself slowly. I looked around, I was in…hmmm what was I in, the bed w

Well he wasn’t really my father more like, my stepfather, and I wouldn’t even credit him with that. He was an abusive alcoholic and I spent most of my teenage years trying to fight him off. I don’t think you what it’s like buying a Pad lock for your own door at the age of 13. I only left my room, to eat, and leave the house. I had a bathroom in my room. I only hung around the house when he wasn’t home, or on a business trip. I could picture it now, his bloodshot eyes, they look like death, His heavy whiskey and tequila breath, his clammy hands…. “Ahem” My head shot up. “Oh hi Nes—kitty”

We walked down the hallway, and down some stairs. *Now they wanna have carpet* We reached a set of double doors. Storm reached out, opened one, and in we stepped. “Ahem” Storm cleared his throat. Inside there was what I guess was a man, sitting in a chair, or rather, more like a thrown. His back towards us. “Come in” He said, without turning around. I hesitated, waiting for storm to step forward. He gently touched my lower back and pushed me forward. I took a few steps and looked back at him “Go” he mouthed. I must have looked like a scared, wet cat. But I turned around and shuffled forward, being careful not to

My heart beats irregularly in my chest The need for an ending and a restless mind rule my nights Numbers and pearl white porcelain rule my days. That oh to familiar taste of pennies and vomit coat, the back of my tongue. And they look and say, “Oh what a good job she’s done” My boundless smile cracks the mask I wear, but I fill in the fractures with tears. And I’ll tell a joke to cover my pain, fill them with joy, and keep me sane. And they look and say “Oh how happy she is” Voices that scream insecurities and false truths, my ears bleed with regret and sounds of a twisted past. My memories, the only pro