Chapter 1
Your nothing.
Your worthless.
Useless.
Ugly.
Too skinny.
Those words have brought 16 yr old Jasiah Johnson to this point of her life but that was only part of it.
As I looked down at my purple, black, and blue bruises all over my body from bullies at school and abuse from my mother and father. Sitting in my bathtub in warm water with a sharp blade in hand above my wrist I weighed the good and bad of staying here.
Good
My older brother LaMont always protected me.
My bestie larice.
My grandparents had always offered me shelter.
Bad
The abuse.
The bullying.
The the cutting.
The pain won’t stop
Once again bad over weighed good, this had been the 5th time I weighed the chances but the good always cut short a few. So I calmed my self and made the first long deep cut from my wrist to my elbow not a single tear even threatened to fall, all the abuse made this seem like a scratch.
“JASIAH,” LaMont yelled “Got news if you don’t come out soon I’m comin in” he said I knew he wasn’t joking. I made the second cut on the other arm the same depth and length, I shuddered then calmed down all together. Then as a couple minutes passed by I started to close my eyes and tears fell the tub water looking a deep red from all the blood. Then he came in all smiley and bubbly with his… oh shit… his mate.
My bully.
One of my many abusers.
They both stopped my bully screamed and my brother rushed to my side carefully picking me up while crying “ GET OUT OF MY FUCKING WAY!” He yelled at his mate and he ran down the street to the hospital.
Blood fell behind us.
My blood.
I closed my eyes.
Goodbye world.
