Always smile... remind yourself you're still here with us. Show the people who hate you that you're strong enough to smile. if you smile at least once a day, you'll feel alot better that day. It can be for a second, minute, hour, etc. but I garuntee that you will feel just a tad bit better tha

I'm a junior and I have very close friends. 
I'm the quiet girl that practically talks to no one. Only very few people. No more than 7 people I actually talk to. But that's only at school. When I'm home I get no texts unless someone wants something or I message that person first. I sit either in the living room alone, or lay in my bedroom. All I do is listen to music and go on social websites just looking at pointless posts that rant about stupid shit like the sale at a store or they're going to a movie. Don't get me wrong, I do that stuff too... but not as much as others. 
Anyway... my home life isn't as peachy as my life at school. I envy school. At home I get bitched at for pointless reasons. The yelling fills my head for hours at a time and I can't even think straight. 
My music and my blade make my life feel complete. I've been depressed since my sophomore year. That's when I got new "friends". Friends that changed me almost completely. I wasn't always like I am today. 
I was the girl who got good grades, was easy to talk to, had many friends, and was actually "nice" to people. Now... I get C's to even F''s. I have an anger problem. I have very few friends. And I'm a bitch to people. I smoke... drink... and self harm.... I'm not proud of these changes. I want to just start over. Every little thing I've done "wrong" I want to take it back and make it right. Say no to the offers, not give in peer pressure. But that wouldn't had change me hitting depression. Wouldn't had change me from sliding the blade across my wrists and thighs. 
Funny thing is... the reason I started to smoke, drink, and get in trouble even... is because of one person. One person made me a bitch. One person made me addicted to drugs and alcohol. And weirdly... that person does that to me... and then decides to change themselves. Decides to stop drugs and alcohol. What the fuck? 
But anyways. I just want my old life back. I want to start over and not do the things that I shouldn't had. My life sucks but I won't let that get the best of me... 

Everything is my fault isn't it? The stress, the anger, the money problems, everything you complain about is my fault isn't it? You expect me to do so many things at once that I can't even do them in the time you give me. I do what I can and if I do everything and still have time I WILL do extra if I'm not tired. Remember that I'm a junior with no driver license, no job, just school and a butt load of homework and chores. I wake up at 3:50-4:30 a.m and stay awake till at least 3-4 p.m dealing with school, chores and homework. School is stressful for me as work is for you. I come home take care of my dog like I always do and do the dishes, clean the living room and vaccum if I'm able to reach the vaccum. So of course I'm going to take a nap. So don't bitch at me saying that I don't do anything around the house, don't yell at me saying I'm lazy, and don't yell at me just because I did something wrong. Guess what, I have no guidense. I'm doing things on my own when I can. You're hardly ever home and when you are, you're either sleeping, working or on the damn phone. When I ask you something you always have an attitude and give me a lecture for a simple yes or no question. I'm sick and tired of being treated like either I don't exist or a servant. I don't have guidense because you're never there for me when I need you and when you are there for me, you ask the most stupidest or most awkwardest questions I can't even comprehend. Yes I know you have work to do almost 24/7 but I'm your daughter. Aren't I more apportant than anything? Apparently not. You even said that you're life was way better before I came along. You wonder why I'm always in my room or always making plans I with my friends. You complain that I don't talk to you but how can I when you always yell at me or never have time?

This girl I've known since I was in 7th grade. She was my first girlfriend. I never got over her. I still love her. We lost contact for a while and we're talking like first loves again. Her image is stuck in my mind. I picture her and I in every photo I see of a couple of girls holding hands/kissing/etc. I don't exactly know why, but I never question it. Simply because she said the same thing. We opened up tonight and I never smiled bigger. I can't wait till I get to see her beautiful face and have her in my arms. The way she feels in my arms is just magical. I never want to let her go.  When we kiss I don't want to stop. When I see her or get a message from her, my heart skips a beat. I look at her and I see true perfection. 

I said that I'd marry her and she said that she'd be okay with that. She's the one I'd marry without any doubts or regrets. My brain can't think straight when I'm talking to her. We both get all mushy haha. We know we can trust eachother with anything and go to eachother with anything that's bothering us. We're there for eachother when someone is picking on us. Lol ~We love eachother unconditionally~\

But in over all... She kind of changed my life. She's made  a huge impact on me, as I've made one on her. 
I love you Lindsey Renee Lee <3 Forever and Always <3

Day by day

Night by night

Kiss by kiss

Touch by touch

Step by step

I fall in love

A love so incomprehensible

So vivid

So unique

So wild, that not even 

the reign of God could control

A passion so deep

A need so necessary

A want so strong

The universe would not handle

I love you today

I’ll love you tomorrow

I’ll love you forever



~dropdead_ravennn

Into my world

of darkness and silence,

you brought light and music.

When you lit my candle,

I began to see and understand

the taste and texture of love.

For the first time.



~dropdead_ravennn

Cuts covers my body. Blood runs down my arms and legs. I wear black mostly all the time. My long sleeves covers the cuts and bruises I'm ashamed of. The confusion in my head fills my nightmares. From the thoughts of every scar I have to the dark shadows in the night. The nightmares I have terrorize me to even step a foot in the dark, even in daylight. 




People come up to me and tease me for cutting. Why? I don't know. It's not their business. They know my name not my story. I've been through a lot. They don't know half of it. They don't know any of it. No one knows the truth except me. It's my life. My story. 




Pain runs through every inch of my body. From head to toe. Feels like a billion fire ants all over me, someone stabbing/punching me, a million needles stinging... All over my body.  Migraines pounding my head, feels like something is pushing my skull out. 




They ask me why do I cut. I simply say that it's because there's no point of me being here when everyone just tells me to die in a hole and doesn't even care about what I have to say. So I ought as well give them what they want. Me dead. But I don't have the will to do so.   




Want to know my story? Yes, no, maybe? If so keep reading. If not just close this and go on with your life. 







Ever since I was a little girl, people would call me names, tell me to go away, die in a hole, tell me that no one wants me here. Everyone treated me like shit, even my parents. They were the main ones since I see them every day. My mom would just yell at me saying that I was just a mistake and never cared for me. My dad on the other hand will bitch at me over and over again till I'm on the ground crying. Then he would hit me in every way possible. Throwing punches, slapping me, throwing random objects towards me. I try to avoid making contact with them but that seems to piss them off even more. 




I'm now in 11th grade and still go through everything. Yes I'm a junior that still gets abused by her parents and tormentors at school. I came home from school, after a long day of being tormented and no one was home luckily.  So I went upstairs and took a quick shower. While i was in there I found my razor blade and started sliding it across my wrists. one by one, i saw the blood run down my arms. After a few cuts I finished showering and got out. I got the blood off my arms that I couldn't in the shower. I got dressed and laid on my bed, listening to my iPod. I was playing Rise and Shine by BOTDF. It got me thinking that I should just leave. I mean I do have the chance at this moment, but I don't know if I have enough time before they come home and start bitching at me. 




I looked at the time, it was 3:30, my parents should be home in about a hour or so. I grabbed my duffle and stuffed it with most of my clothes. The only clothes I didn't pack were my 2 dresses and a couple shirts I never wore. I then packed my spare backpack with my laptop, chargers, my makeup, passport, and some hygiene stuff. I even took a couple hundred dollars from a cubby my parents "hid" from me. Yes I have a job but this is just extra money. I slipped on my vans, plugged in my earbuds and started packing my car with my crap. I checked my phone for the time, it was now 5. I grabbed my keys and sped out of the neighborhood. 




Goodbye the sorry life of Audry Kendell. Hello new life of paradise. 

Or so I thought... 







It's been a week since I split the horrible family. I've been staying in a motel close to school and got a job at Atomic Tattoos. I was in charge of giving piercings. I even gave myself snake bites and a nose ring. 




It's a Saturday and my boss gave me the day off, so I decided to go shopping. I was looking at some skinny jeans at Kohl's when I saw my parents 2 aisles. I grabbed a random pair of jeans and dashed into the dressing room. Hopefully they didn't see me. I'm praying they didn't see me. I decided to try on the jeans I grabbed and they looked really good. All black with red fishnet showing in the rips. They looked amazing and fitted my legs perfectly. I was admiring the jeans when I heard a familiar lady's voice. I peeked through the crack between the door and the wall. The lady was no other then my mom. My bitchy mother, herself. I felt the rage build within me and I grabbed my razor blade I always carry in my wallet, and started to glide it against my wrists once again. I was thankfully careful I didn't get any blood on my clothes. I can hear her in the other dressing room talking about me. How pathetic I am and that they WILL find me. Doesn't she know she already did? 




She comes out of the dressing room and stands in front of the mirror, which is right in front of the dressing room I am in. Fml. She's looking at the bottom of the jeans where it folded into cuffs. Sadly, I'm standing on the floor, where she can clearly see my black vans she bought for me last year. My mom started to turn around but stopped when she saw my shoes... I was frozen solid, not knowing what to do.




I was petrified when she started banging on my door yelling as loud as she could. "You fucking bitch, come out of the fucking dressing room this instant! You're in major trouble you cunt! You disobeyed us for the last fucking time!" I was frozen at her words, why? I don't know, I've heard worse towards me by her and dad. Maybe it was because I wasn't expecting her to be here. I snapped out of the petrified form I was in when she broke the lock and now had me in a headlock. 




I was trying my best to get every scream I had in me. My moms grip became tighter as I started to feel dizzy. I was waving my arms about when I hit my pocket. I felt the blade cut into my leg. That's when I grabbed it and whipped my arm over hers and cut her arms. Her blood dripped down onto the carpet floor. Staining in perfect circles. 




My mom pushed me aside and was holding her arms tight. I stared for a few seconds and grabbed my stuff and ran out the door. The alarm went off as for I didn't take the jeans off, thankfully there was another door on the other side where my mom was no where near. I threw some money on the table and quickly took the tags and tracker off the jeans. The chaos in my head overwhelmed me and I sprinted out the door. I hopped in the car and just threw everything in the backseat, and immediately started the car and slammed on the gas pedal. I was fast as lightening. The blood from my arm was still dripping down and onto the steering wheel. I didn't pay attention to it. 




I was heading to Atomic Tattoos when I kept hearing honking behind me. I was hoping it was just some idiot driver. But no... No it wasn't. It was my mom and dad, in separate cars. They looked like they wanted to kill me... I don't blame them, no one wants me anyways. Even the kids at school do the same things. Anyways, they're on my sides and yelling at me through their windows. Saying how ungrateful I am, etc., wtf right? Yeah, I'm the ungrateful one when Ive been the one getting abused one way or another and still did things for them. Psh whatever! Not anymore. I looked at them out of the corner of my eyes to make sure they weren't holding guns to me. Sadly they weren't. Instead of them bitching tame and abusing me, why don't they just kill me? Would be easier for all of us. 




I roll down my window and intensionally did every fucking thing to piss them off. I started playing the game. Hey they played it all my life, I think it's time for me to stand up for myself this once right? I was just repeating what they were yelling at me. Haha that pissed them off. My dad opened his arm rest and pulled out a gun. I ducked as low as I could. He wasn't shooting it, yet. I was trying to find someone or something I could go to. Nothing. Nothing on the streets I was passing. My dad then had the gun pointed right at my head. My eyes locked right with the gun. An idea pounded in my head as I slammed on the breaks and made a U-turn. I started honking and yelling for help. I looked in my rear view mirror to see my parents speeding up to me. I was still scurrying the streets for a policeman at least. Up ahead by Cruise Tails (a bar) sat 3 police cars aligned side by side. I rapidly turned into the parking lot and ran into the bar. My eyes wondered around the room and finally saw the policemen. I reeked in desperation as my parents followed behind me as I was yelling what has been happening for years. 




The police looked back and forth between my parents and I. Me being in the middle of the policemen scared as hell to know what will and will not happen. I recognized one of the policemen, it was the father of my main tormentor, Brad Taylor, I looked at his dad, who was rubbing my back telling me everything's going to get better. Should I believe him and the others? Maybe, just maybe. 




They took us downtown and made us take lie detector tests. I wasn't nervous, I was scared. Scared to know if they would go to jail for life or not. I hope to god it's for life. You know how they say that you love your parents deep down inside? Wrong, not me, I hate them full heartily. I don't care where they are as long as they're not near me and not fucking spewing dreaded words and physically abusing me, I'm fine. 




It's passed 2 hours, I'm in a room with Brad's dad, Ryan. He said that he has a spare bedroom that I could have. I told him that it wasn't an exactly a good idea for me living there since his son torments me everyday along with the rest of the school. He said dont worry about it and that he'll have a talk with him later this evening. I just nodded but I felt like I was going to get twice as much tormented as I did at school just by Brad. 




The results came in and it said that my parents were lying and that I was telling the truth of course. Why would I lie about something like that? Well my parents were sent to jail for the time being until the court date in two weeks. Mr. Taylor told me to go home and pack my stuff and go to his house within the next two days. I left without hesitation. The officers gave me my keys and I walked out to my car. 




It was about 45 minutes until I got to my apartment and had something to eat. It was a long day so I decided that I would take a nice long hot shower and watch a good movie; it's been a while since I had a night to myself. I got to thinking about living with Brad Taylor, the thoughts became negative. All that came to mind was him locking me in the same room with him physically abusing me. Hitting and kicking me without hesitation if we were dare alone together. I got chills down my spine just thinking about it. It was about 9 when the 2 movies finished  playing on ABC Family. 




Tomorrow Mr. Taylor would probably want me to move in and get situated before school on Monday.  I shook my head at the terrible thoughts about Brad and went to bed. 




My thoughts filled my dreams with nightmares. What will happen? How many scars will I have by the end of this week? Or even tomorrow night? So many questions filled my dreams with nightmares. Although I was asleep I could still feel the blood from the multiple cuts I've made in my dream flow down my arm. My dreams ended by just drifting into darkness and I was sleeping like a baby.




My alarm went off playing Good Girls Bad Guys by FIR (Falling In Reverse), and I jumped out of bed frightened by how loud it was. I slowly walked over to my phone and shut off the alarm. "Today is the day that I fucking move in with my biggest tormentor at my school. At least it's not my fucked up parents." I mumbled to myself.  




I threw on some sweats and a loose tee shirt that said 'mess with me and I'll fuck you up' haha, just opposite of my personality. I grabbed my big duffle and packed all my clothes. It took a while before I could get the duffle closed after getting my clothes in it. I didn't bother packing my backpack since I'm not leaving for another couple hours. I glanced at the clock which now showed it was 2:45, so I just lounged for a while and watched The Night Is Dead. The grumble of my stomach purred when I realized I haven't ate anything yet. I walked into the kitchen and just grabbed a bag of lays and a dr pepper. 




A vampire was lurking through the streets when my phone began ringing. I didn't recognize the number. I paused the movie and answered to find out that it was Mr Taylor calling to let me know that my room is ready so that I could come over any time before 7. He said that we're ordering pizza from Jets for dinner and that he talked to Brad earlier and said not to mess with me anymore. A worried smile appeared on my face remembering that Brad is his son. I shook the thought and said that I would come over in about 2 hours. It was now 4, so I went in my room and packed my backpack. My laptop, chargers, journal, razor blades, etc all fit in there nicely. 




I found my keys on the nightstand and slowly walked out the door, bags, phone, and iPod in hand. I unlocked the doors and threw my stuff in the back seat of the car and was on my way to the nightmare I never wanted to live. Now I'm going to live it.




Mr Taylor called to give me the directions when I got on the main road, not far, just down the street and to the right. It took 10 minutes before I turned on their street, Mika Ave., and found their house. It was a decent house. All white with blue shutters, two story, and a big yard. It was truly beautiful . I parked my car on the side of the road and grabbed my bags. My breathing was getting longer and deeper as I got closer to the door. I stood for a second figuring out if I should just walk in or ring the door bell. My wondering must've took a bit because Mr Taylor came out and greeted me in. He showed me up to my room which was painted dark red and had black thin curtains over the windows. There was even a pile of extra decorations on the desk by the bed. I laid my bags on the bed and thanked him for everything. He just smiled and notified me that Brad's room is right next door and that he swore he wouldn't bother me unless it's necessary like telling me dinners ready and things like that.




I started unpacking my stuff and using the extra decorating things that was on the desk. There were tree lights, ribbons, spray paint, duck tape, and black light equipment. How did he know what I like? Whatever, I was happy. An hour passed by as I hung the lights corner to corner and put the last of my clothes in the drawer. Brad knocked on my door forcefully telling me that the pizza is here. I can't believe even after his dad told him to be nice to me, he's still going to pound on my door. Oh well, I know he won't quit tormenting me no matter how much his father tells him to stop. 




Anyways, I walked down stairs and into the kitchen. He gave me permission to eat in my room, so I just grabbed a plate with 2 pieces of pizza and a can of dr pepper from the fridge. I kept my head down as I passed Brad by the stairs. I noticed he gave a death glare. Will this really be this bad? When I got in my room I shut the door and set my food down on the table. I wasn't really hungry so I just grabbed my laptop from my backpack and turned it on and signed onto Tumblr.




When I signed in, I started eating my pizza. I must've been starving because the pizza was gone within 3 seconds. I plugged in my earbuds into the laptop and starting playing BOTDF albums while scrolling through Tumblr. 




Mr Taylor knocked and walked in and notified me that there was an emergency so I'd have to be alone with Brad. I nodded slightly and started worrying. He left and closed my door. I continued scrolling through Tumblr and drank my soda. There was very interesting pictures. There was one of a girl with a tattoo of a halo on her boob and another saying "enter here" with an arrow pointing down to her vagina. Yeah. Tumblr has weird shit.




After I ate, I went down stairs to throw away my trash. Brad was watching tv and as soon as he looked at me he gave me the death glare and stood up. 

"Hey bitch," he said with venom in his mouth.

"Uh uh hi," I managed to get out without having a breakdown. 

"You and I are going to be spending a lot of time together. I guess I should finish what I started." He said it a little fast and slapped my cheek as hard as he could, and I fell on the ground holding my cheek. A red mark of a hand print was plastered on my face as a reminder of how much people hate me. He started calling me every name In the book. 

"Why are you here? Did your parents get tired of hitting you and wanted to have someone else do it so they could stop dealing with an ugly ass bitch?!" His words and actions within a night had me more frightened than I was at school. I now know what I will be dealing with for a while. 







-Brad's pov.-

"Why are you here? Did your parents get tired of hitting you and wanted to have someone else do it so they could stop dealing with an ugly ass bitch?!" I said it with as much hatred as I could towards her. Her eyes squinted as I took a single step. I could tell she was frightened by me which put a grin on my face. I kicked her stomach hard, then smacked her against the other cheek. She was lying on the kitchen floor curled up crying as I walked out and went back to watching tv. I didn't know when Audry went to bed because I passed out on the couch. 




I woke up the next morning and my dad still wasn't home. Must've been a serious case. I went up stairs and went to the bathroom and took a nice long shower. I was thankful there was no school today. I get to torment Audry. When I got done I heard a knock on the door and opened it. Audry stood there sleepy and still had the marks from last night. I never really wanted to hurt her, it's just that no one really likes her so I just followed the crowd, ya know? When she saw me she quickly walked away towards the bathroom downstairs. I grabbed her by the arm and yanked her back in the bathroom and locked the door. I don't know what I was thinking it just came natural because I've been doing it so long. I pinned her against the wall, "now listen you fucking suicidal whore, you're in my house now, so what I say goes."  I didn't want to say it but I did. Whatever. I nudged her in the gut and went into my room.




I shut and locked my door and blasted my stereo. I was jamming to BOTDF and started texting my friend Chris. 

Me- Hey man wanna chill today?

Chris- Sure, hey I heard suicide girl is living with you now? Nightmare much?

Me- yeah she moved in yesterday, I was wondering if you want to help me torment her when you come over? 

Chris- Oh you're on! I can make her regret living! >:) 

Me- Lol but don't take it too far man, my dad is trusting me not to even bitch at her for a little thing. 

Chris- really? Well I'll be over in about 15 minutes. 

With that, I just watched some tv till he came. Audry went to her room and started blasting some FIR songs which didn't really bother me, since I like the band. 




Chris came and we were watching some weird ass videos on YouTube. Chris suggested we'd watch some rabbits eating deers. Which was extremely weird yet enjoyable. We heard foot steps from upstairs which I knew it was Audry, so did Chris. Chris looked at the stair as she took each step carefully. Her eyes met Chris's and she dashed back to her room as Chris ran towards her trying to harass her. 

"Little bitch is scared of me? Uh? Oh well. I don't care, no one does actually. You're just a worthless piece of trash that needs to die or maybe get hit by a train! Then we would all be happy." Chris was yelling through her door and all we could hear was her blasting her stereo. "Yo Brad! I think suicidal girl is cutting again! Hey bitch you know you're not making us feel better when you're still living!" I think he had enough fun.

"Man that's enough I don't want my father to find her dead and have me responsible. Just go." "Whatever bro see ya later."

I walked back to the living room as he left and started flipping through the channels.







-2 weeks later Audry's pov.-

I've been in my room for 2 weeks now. Ever since Brad had Chris come to my room and made me cry for hours and hours. When I was blasting my stereo I kept my blade against my skin and watched the blood drip down onto the carpet. 15 cuts that day. 




School has been a drag. Brad and Chris kept making their little jokes. Mostly Chris though, brad has sort of toned it down. I guess he doesn't want to get in trouble with his dad, oh well.




Today was Thursday and had some money, so I went to the mall and bought me some new lip rings. Got a few in every color; red, black, purple, blue, green, and yellow. Well my favorite colors at least. Then I got lost in Hot Topic, looking at some tee shirts and CD's. I bought 2 band tee shirts, FIR and BOTDF albums and some black and blonde hair dye. I didn't waste time in the mall since I don't really shop alot. I made my purchuses and made my way out of the mall and to my car without any disturbances. As I was putting my bags in the back seat, I saw Brad and a couple of his friends pulling into the main parking lot. Thankfully they didn't see me, otherwise I might've been dead. My heart was racing rapidly as they climbed out of the car and Brad caught a glimpse at me. Our eyes locked for a few seconds which seemed like years. He shook his head back and walked into the mall to do God knows what.




I climbed into my car and drove home blasting my new BOTDF album 'The Anthem of the Outcast EP'. 15 minutes later I was able to get home and start working on redying my hair. I decided to dye my hair black with some blonde tips. Unravelling  the hair dye out of the boxes and mixing it together. 







-Brads pov-

My friends came over Thursday after school and we decided to hit the mall. I knew that Audry was going to be here and strangely I didn't mind. Chris was driving fast down the main road and every turn he jerked the car which made all of us laugh and kind of nauseated. None of us barfed luckily. As we pulled into the parking lot at the mall I saw Audry walking with a couple bags in her right hand and her keys in her left. I giggled to myself as I watched her stumble a few steps towards her car. Wait what am I thinking? I can't actually have feelings for the biggest freak at school, can I? Nah just the nausea talking. As we got out of the car Audry and I locked eye contact for seconds that felt like years. No, no, no, no Brad. Don't start thinking about her. No, no, no! I quickly turned my head and walked into the mall with the guys. 




Chris and I sprinted into Spencers as the others went towards the café. Chris and I already ate so we weren't hungry. We were making fun of all the sex joke books and perverted baby clothing. 

"Aye Chris! Look at this!!!! It says 'Suck my binky'. Hahaha and it's a binky that looks like a dick!" Me and Chris couldn't stop laughing at that outfit. 

We lost interest quicker than we usually do. Probably because We've been here so many times that we don't get to see new stuff as much. Oh well. We met the others up at Zoomies and bought a couple beanies. Zach bought like 10, all the same color, different patterns at least. All of them were black, and most of them had band names printed on them. That's Zach for y'all, music lover no matter what. After we bought what seemed about a thousand beanies, we went home to play Black Ops 2.




We arrived at the house and threw our bags wherever we could and dashed into the living room and fought over the game controllers. There were 4 controllers and there was only 5 of us. Great right? I let them play and I would play the winner. Yeah, I'm nice when I want to. I only let them play because I heard the shower from upstairs and wanted to talk to Audry. 




I don't know what's coming over me. I mean She's been here not even for a month and she's casted some spell on me. From the first week she was here I didn't want to be mean towards her in any way. Chris on the other hand has been bitching at her in front of me and hits her multiple times. Some reason I wanted to punch him and protect Audry, but never did because I didn't want to ruin my reputation. Gah! Brad stop thinking about Audry! Stop thinking about her, long, gorgeous black hair, and perfect body, heck I even love her beautiful blue eyes! No! No I don't! 




I walked up in my room and listened to music. I listened to every song on my iPod and yet all I could think of was Audry and she was just right down the hall from me. I need to get myself straightened out. I didn't care if I had company over or not, I'm taking a nap and they can leave whenever. I passed out and kept thinking that hopefully they don't do anything to Audry... 







-Audry's pov-

I was blow drying my hair, admiring the shimmering black that now covered over half of my hair, and the blonde that shown under it. It looked awesome. I was kind of hungry. I could hear my stomach rumble as I brushed my hair. I slipped on my slippers and walked downstairs. I heard voices. All but Brads, it kind of scared me. Usually I'd hear him. I got to the last step and stared into the living room. Chad and a few other friends of Brads were there playing a game. 




I walked towards the kitchen when I got knocked over onto the floor. I guess I wasn't quiet enough...

"Where's Brad," I asked Chad as he hovered over me. 

"He's taking a nap in his room. You don't mind hanging with us until he wakes up do you?" He had a suspicious grin on his face and it was making me more worried than I've ever been. 

"I think I should go," I managed to get up without being knocked down again. Chad and the other walked into the kitchen, crowding me in a corner. 

"Why the big rush cutter? You scared," one of the guys said as I couldn't move any further.

I was pressed against the wall by two of the guys and chad came face to face with me and punched me in the stomach. I clenched a hold of my stomach only to get my arms pinned  against the wall above my head. One of the guys came slowly towards me with something behind his back. I couldn't see it, no matter how hard I tried. They were holding me too tight. I could feel my bones shake as their grip tightened. The guy came as close as possible, and pulled out a knife. 




"Look familiar, freak?" I squirmed uncontrollably as I tried to scream, but failed terribly. Chad held his hand over my mouth as his friend wrapped a bandana over my mouth. I felt he blade over my wrists as it cut my skin carefully. I felt the blood drip down my arms and onto the floor. Five cuts across both of my arms and so much blood is dripping down. So, so much blood. I tried to jerk away as they attempted to hit me. Chad dropped some plates and glasses onto the floor, making a loud crash across the tile. I tried to get out of their grip, but they were too strong. I screamed and screamed so that hopefully Brad could hear me. Chad pulled me away from the others and pushed me into a closet. I was scared and I still had my mouth covered. 

"You're mine for a few minutes. Get ready." Those words were venom coming out of his mouth. I cringed in a corner. That didn't help. Chad picked me up and pressed against me on the wall and started touching my body. This was too much. Where's Brad? For once I think he would help me if he saw this, I doubt it though. I just want this to end. 




"Stop chad, stop!" I tried to speak through the bandana, you could barely understand me. I screamed through the bandana as Chad started to rub my private parts. I kicked him multiple times and all that happened was him coming closer to me. His body pressed against mine and I could see the hatred in his eyes. He pulled my pants down slowly as he rubbed my vagina. He held my arms where the recent cuts were drew and it stung bad. I was finally able to get the bandana off my mouth and I screamed as loud as I could. Chad covered my mouth as though I made him deaf in his ear. His hands explored my body more, he kept telling me to be quiet so that Brad couldn't hear me. I looked away from Chad and started looking for something I could grab. As I looked away, chad put his dick in my vagina. I screamed as he raped me. He kissed my neck and started biting every inch of my neck. I punched and punched but yet he didn't move. I bit his hand and screamed as loud as I could and knocked over a paint bucket. I ran out the closet and was attacked by the others and they kicked me every where. I heard footsteps from a distance but didn't know who it was. I started to black out...







-Brad's POV-

I was dead asleep. I kept hearing screams and things being thrown on the ground, breaking. I just ignored it as I thought it was just my dream. But I heard my name being screamed by a familiar voice. A bell rang in my head as I remembered that my friends were still here... So is Audry. I jolted out of bed and ran downstairs. As I laid my eyes in the kitchen, I saw what I couldn't believe what was happening. There was blood, bruises and cuts on Audry, who was now laying on the floor. I saw the guys who kept trying to hurt her more.




I ran into the kitchen and started punching the fuck out of Chad and the others, but mostly Chad. I was so furious with all of them. It was stupid of me to even think that Audry would be okay if I left her alone, unprotected with Chad and the others. I grabbed my dad's spare gun from one of the drawers and only held it to where they would get the fuck out of the house. (I would never actually shoot them. I would have my dad do that.) "Get the fuck out! All of you! I'm tired of y'all being so fucking mean to Audry. She's actually a nice girl once you get to know her!" I managed to get that out through my anger and gritted teeth.

"Come on man we were just having fun. You used to do it remember?"

"I never took it THIS far though! I only hit her to where a SLIGHT bruise occurred. I'm not having my own dad put me in jail remember! And I actually like Audry now! Yeah she cuts! But she's so sweet! Y'all are fucking idiots! Anyways! Get the fuck out of my house before I get my dad to come home and tell him what you guys did to her! He trusted me to make sure nothing happens to her." I didn't think what I was saying. The words just kept flowing out of my mouth like a waterfall.

"Haha dude! You're such a pussy!" Chad said as he walked out like he didn't do anything. 




I slammed the door and made my way to Audry. She was curled up in the middle of the floor, covered in cuts and bruises. It seemed like she passed out. I carefully picked her up, my hands under her knees and neck. She was so light, kind of like a feather. I felt the blood drip down from her legs and the blood from her arms were on my shirt and arms. I didn't care though. I carried her to the bathroom and washed most of the blood off of her. The warm water covered her long legs as I got a wash cloth from the cabinet. I soaked the cloth in the water and rubbed it gently over the cuts and bruises. There was so much blood, I was so worried. I rinsed everything out and dried her off and placed Band-Aids over the cuts. I used almost a whole box of them.




After I covered the cuts, I carried her to her room and placed her in her bed. I stared at her for a few minutes, looking at how broken she looks. I went back to my room and left the door open so I could see who walked by if anyone entered the house. I refuse to sleep knowing my dad is not home and that Audry is just down the hall and something like today could happen again.







-Audry's Pov-

I woke up wrapped in the covers of my bed. Wait, covers? Bed? I don't remember going to my bed, nor my room. I sat up and pain shot through my body. I pulled the covers off and I looked down at my body, scanning it. There were bandaids and bruises all over my body. All I remembered was that Chad and Brads friends were punching me and cutting me. I don't remember anything about having bandaids being put on me. I started walking to the bathroom, slowly and carefully, grabbing whatever I could to keep my balance. My legs shook with every step I took. The bathroom door was closed, I knocked lightly only to hear a huge gasp. I knocked again and said that it was only me. As the door open, it showed Brad's tired face looking down at me. His big blue eyes grew wider as they reached to my level. 




I walked past him and he actually gave me a light hug "Hope you feel better..." he whispered. I nodded slightly and continued into the bathroom... Awkward. Um, is he changing? Yeah okay. Just my imagination going cuckoo. I shrugged it off and closed the door then did my business. The blood was leaking through the bandaids, so I decided to change them. I took them off one by one carefully, avoiding the stinging pain. I searched for some peroxide underneath the sink and poured some over the cuts. I sighed in relief as I hear the sizzling from the peroxide cleaning my cuts. After a few minutes I wiped them carefully as well as the extra blood that was on my arms and legs and applied the Neosporin and bandaids. 




After putting away all the stuff, I stood in the mirror and stared at myself wondering in thoughts. 

What have I done with myself these past years? What's wrong with me? Look at me. Pale. Black hair. Blonde tips. (Looks terrible on me) Cuts and now bruises all over my body. Not one friend. No one wants to be friends with me. No one. No one wants to be friends with a freak. Worthless. Ugly. Cutter. Emo. Freak. Stupid. Loner. Nobody. Anorexic. Fake. Twat. Bitch............. Why did Brad tell me that he hopes I feel better? Does he actually feel bad for what his friends did to me? I wonder what happened earlier... Chad raped me and they tried to kill me. Why didn't Brad just let them. It's what he wanted since he met me. His hugs are so warm... wait.... did I jus admit that I liked his hug? nahhh. Just my imagination running cuckoo again. He is cute if you really look at him. No no Not this again. Brad is one of my biggest tormentor... Chad is now... But still... Why is Brad being so nice to me all of a sudden?????.... 

I shook my head and walked out of the bathroom and went downstairs to watch some t.v. Maybe some shows will distract me. I put on ABC Family and started watching The Wizard of Oz. Within about an hour I was passed out. 







...To Be Continued...

When I'm with you,

eternity is a step away,

my love continues to grow,

with each passing day.

This treasure of love,

I cherish within my soul,

how much I love you...

you'll never really know.

You bring a joy to my heart,

I've never felt before,

with each touch of your hand,

I love you more and more.

Whenever we say goodbye,

whenever we part,

know I hold you dearly,

deep inside my heart.

So these seven words,

I pray you hold true,

"Forever And Always,

I Will Love You."



~Dropdead_Ravennn