My story part 3

by tomuchhurt   Jan 20, 2007


“Just go away!” I yelled back. “If dad was here this would have never happened at least I would be happy” saying this set something off in my mother that I have never seen before.
She replied pounding the door, “You are a mistake! I wish you were never born Vanessa, you hear me? I wish you were dead, I hate you!”
Who knew that you could get your heart broken in just a few simple words? The words “I hate you” rang into my head as furry and sadness filled my heart. “She hates me.” I whispered to myself as I heard my mothers foot steps leave my door and enter the bathroom. “She actually hates me.” I said a little louder noticing something shining on my dresser. As I walked over to my dresser I slowly realized that I hated her too, no child should be treated like hell from the one person expected to be there for them the most. As I got to my dresser I realized what had been shining, a knife. As I stood there staring at the knife I slowly felt my hurt and sadness swell up. I slowly reached for the knife and started to shake. Ignoring my nerves I picked up the knife and sat on my bed. Harshly I started slicing my wrists more and more until my pain was completely dissolved. I sat there bleeding and slicing away at my pain and anguish. My blanket starting to get covered it my own blood I felt weak. It was about 3 in the morning now, and I could still feel the pain as I started another gash in my arm I suddenly realized that it wasn’t helping, I needed something else to calm myself and to cease this pain that my mother had caused. As I stood up I heard a My mother.
“Do you want to know the truth?” I soon realized that my mother was leaning against the outside of my door.
“Yes mom I want to know the truth.” I said leaning against the other side of my door and slowly sliding down to the point where I was sitting on the floor.
“I killed him.” My mother whispered as she started to cry.
“What?” I asked not believing my ears.
“You heard me, I killed him.” I started to cry. “We were having an argument and I couldn’t take it anymore so I hit him with a hammer and smashed him against the wall.”
I stood up angry as ever! I started throwing things off my shelves and hitting the walls. I was in my own little world and nothing was going to stop me! I was pissed. I leaped onto my bed and hit the wall above my dash board. As I pulled my hand out of the wall I noticed that there has blood all over it, but it wasn’t from my hand it was from something else. I looked inside the wall and there he was, my dad. I screamed not knowing what to do and not knowing what to say. I ran out of my bedroom only to find my mother lying on the ground with a needle in her arm. I immediately called the cops, they said they would be on there way. I hung up the phone and sat on my couch.
There I was a fragile girl of sixteen with red and blue lights flashing in my eyes watching the cops carry my parents off in body bags.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Carley

    This is the saddest story i've ever heard... it made me cry so hard... no one should ever have to go through this... i hope this isn't a true story i really do. If it isn't i just hope to god you find people you deserve, who care about you. this was so so sad... no one should have to go through this! it makes me mad that a person could even think about killing someone... life isn't in their hands...

  • 17 years ago

    by ALLEN CEM

    THIS IS ONE OF THE CRAZIEST STORIES I HAVE EVER READ IN MY LIFE I DONT KNOW WHAT TO SAY PLEASE TELL ME THIS NOT A TRUE STORY AND IF IT IS I AM REALLY SORRY.........