Angst with happy ending
Trigger Warning!
•Contains abuse
•Bullying
•Suicidal Thoughts
• Suicide AttemptTalyn Hart was tired, tired of hiding, and tired of lying. Hiding the scars on her arms with a jacket and lying to her friends that she's fine.
She wasn't.
Walking through the hallways of her house felt like an eternity, the rough, white carpet that her feet shuffled against would always be stained with red.
Talyn was tired of washing the bloodstained sheets every night. She was tired of holding back screams as she collapses to the floor out of exhaustion, vomiting out the remnants of whatever scraps of food she had onto the floor. She was tired of sitting alone during events in her school, watching all the other happy families grin without a care in the world. She was tired of being an outsider. Talyn Hart was tired of breathing. In general, Talyn was tired of life.
She saw her boyfriend, Darryl put a comforting hand on her shoulder, after noticing her worried look on her face as she sat down in the dorm's couch. He thought Talyn was worried about their upcoming examinations, but she wasn't. She was worried about her two siblings, what he would do to them if he came home drunk.
She was thankful that she could move into a dorm at her school. She didn't have to face her father every single day. She was grateful that she didn't have to wake up in a blood-soaked bed because her wounds from the beatings she received never fully healed.
She didn't have to fall into a fitful sleep every night, wondering if her father would burst into the room, demanding that she should practice handling firearms. She wish she didn't have any ties to the Mafia. She didn't want to be the head of those lowlife scum.
She has been counting the days until she could be released from this hell. 1 more year. 365 more days.
Maybe she could be released earlier.
She shook off that thought, she would never forgive herself if she left her siblings alone, defenceless against their father.
"Lyn, what's wrong? You've been quiet all afternoon?" Darryl asked, oblivious to the scars on her shoulder, covered up by the sweater she wore.
"Nothing..." She replied as fumbled with the hem of her shirt.
"Its definitely not nothing." He prodded, gently patting her shoulder. "You can tell me if you want to, I won't force you or anything. Just know, you'll always have me to talk to."
That's what they always say. We'll stay, they said. We'll take care of you, they said. They are all lies.
Just look at your mother, she said she'll protect you, but she didn't. She ran away.
Talyn internally winced at the harsh thoughts running through her head. Darryl left for his mother's place, who insisted on having dinner with their family. So Talyn was all alone.
Again.
She's used to it, but it still hurted. She attached the earphones to her ears and played her playlist on Spotify, consisting of Twenty One Pilots, AJR and Panic! At The Disco, with the occasional My Chemical Romance, she still wasn't over it.
She hummed quietly to herself on the couch until she realised it was almost midnight. Sighing deeply, Tara stood up and slowly made her way to the room.
Maybe when she gets out of school, and enters the Mafia like her father did, she would let herself be killed by other gangs. So she doesn't need to go through this hell anymore
"S-shit."
One drop.
"F-f-fuck"
Two drops.
She winced again.
Three drops.
The blood on her desk was easy to wipe off, much easier than that damn carpet.
The broken shard dropped to the floor as she cleaned up the red liquid. She broke it off a long time ago. She placed it in her sock drawer.
She used it more times than her socks.
She placed the mirror shard back at it's original place, and bandaged the wounds.
That's it.
No more running.
It's time to end this.
That day 365 days turned into 3.
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