She Welcomed The Velvety Numbness.

She bit back another retort which had lodged itself onto her tongue at lightning speed. The unreasonable, illogically harsh words cut at her heart. She barely spoke unrestrained herself since the winter 6 years ago.
6 years ago.. When she was taught what happened to little girls who disobeyed her parents. She sub consciously rubbed the marks the lashing whip had left on her hip bones.

She clenched her teeth, her stomach squeezed and she had to hold onto everything to stop acting on her instincts and lashing out. She wouldn't cry. They weren't worth it. Never were.

She had tried running away. They always managed to find her. And she didn't even enough cash to leave this town behind.  She had been prepared for this. She had readied herself, since that incident 6 years ago. Because there was no one she had, who was worth enduring all of this.

She waited till the next day when her wretched father left for work and her so called mother went to buy groceries. Timing was crucial. Timing was everything.

She broke all of the glasses,one by one. She broke the glass bottles, all of them, on her head. The tiny shards pricked her head. They pierced her now blood-stained porcelain skin. Blood erupted from a dozen places. But she didn't stop. This was what she had wanted. The shards of glass were embedded into her skin. A pool of blood now was collected beneath her limp body.

The last bottle did it.. She couldn't move. She welcomed the velvety numbness, as it crawled all over her, suffocating her. She embraced the darkness as it creeped onto her. Her breath came out in short rasps as she waited for it to end. Finally.

"I am not sorry" she managed, before her body finally gave up.

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