A/N: This starts out very bloody and horrid. So if you don’t have the stomach to read about a suicide, don’t. Sera is my character and that means keep thy mitts off.

Special thanks to Gabe….he knows why

Chapter One: Suicide

Sera lay limp on the ground. Her body aching with the fresh pain that had been inflicted on hr. She just wanted it to all end. She felt the belt come down again and crack on her skin. That damn belt. The one with the silver buckle; sharp, painful, and cold.

“You’re a worthless child. You can’t do jack shit!” her father yelled out to her in anger. Another one of his drunken rages. Happened all the time and she was hurt each one of them.

Sera coward against the wall of the kitchen. Feeling the belt hit her body over and over. Feeling her skin sting  in every place that the belt hit. She cried out in pain as he hit more forcefully. The tears couldn’t seem to yield their journey upon her face. She curled her body close in on itself. She could feel every time the metal connected with her skin. All the while her father ranting at her; yelling out all her imperfections as if she was unworthy to walk this earth.

“Your nothing but a fucking worthless piece of shit! Just like that whore of a mother of yours!” he yelled out at her in hatred as he placed a kick to her stomach. He body wretched in pain as it recoiled. She could feel where the bruises would be on her body. She looked up at him with red eyes. Her mother had left her father years ago, right after she had given birth to Sera, she had never wanted a baby, or to get married. Her having a baby had forced her to be wed. She’d given birth and just one day up and left. Things had never been easy because of it.

She watched as the look of pain and hatred in her fathers eyes intensified at the site of her. He didn’t seem to want to stop at all. He just looked at her and sneered down at her shattered frame. His voice malicious and cold. So very very cold.

“Get your ass upstairs and go to bed. I don’t want to see or hear you all night…if I do….you’ll regret it.” His cold blue eyes stared back hollow and dead to her. She closed her eyes and covered her head with her hands. Still laying on the floor. She couldn’t move yet, but he didn’t seem to care. He aimed one last hit from the whip.

“I said get your lazy ass up!” his voice rang hard and cold as he pulled her to her feet and threw her at the stairs. She managed to catch the railing, but just barely as she plodded up the steps. Her foot touched each one with a soft sound. She tried to run…wanted to run to her room. But her legs were to hurt and sore from being hit to run. She gripped the doorknob and walked into her room, looking around. She looked at her room, so dark and deserted looking. Her bed was limp and cluttered with old stuffed animals and some of her old dolls. She jumped on her bed and snuggled close to them all. Unsure of what to do. She felt such pain and hatred at what her father did to her. When would it end? How could it end? It was just so normal for her. The pain, the beatings, the suffering, the names. Everything was just to much.

…….that’s when she snapped…..

She looked down at the teddy bear she held in her hands. Tears flew to her eyes as she threw it across her room. She cried out and she watched the soft plush figure hit the wall and fall to the ground with a soft thud. She looked around and heard downstairs the door slam and heard walking in the patio outside. She watched as he father got into his car and drove off somewhere. He always did that. She never knew where he went. She did not care anymore. She just wanted this all to end. She wanted all the pain to stop. She wanted everything to just….stop.

She walked to the bathroom. Looking for the bottles she knew her dad kept in there. Aspirin, Advil, and other things that her father used. She ran her hands across various bottles and such, looking for the sleeping pills she kept when she couldn’t rest. She found the whole bottle and walked downstairs. She knew exactly what to do. She limped slightly to the kitchen and found what she was looking for. Her fathers box cutter razor. She smiled ironically down at the blade. No letter would grace her fathers damn mourning. She didn’t care what he thought about this after she was gone.

She went to the bathroom in his master bedroom and closed the door. She stared at the girl in the mirror. She saw pale blue eyes and dark black hair. She cringed at the sight of the sickliness in her sallow skin. She took the bottle and in one gulp placed half the pills in her mouth. There weren’t a lot to begin with, but it was enough.

She waited until she felt her eyes start to begining to fade. It took a while, but she wanted this effect. She downed the last of the pills and looked down at the tiny razor in her hands. She smiled at the peace it would bring her. She took the sharp end and slowly began to slice her skin. The fresh pain that came with it made her cry out, but she kept going. She smiled as the blood ran forth, it almost fascinated her. She began to draw little designs on her skin, as if to make a picture to leave behind. Soon she felt the very last of her energy start to leave her. She stared up at her mutilated skin. Her arms, her legs, It was all slashed and horribly bloody.

With one motion of her hands, she placed her fingers to her neck, right where the jugular vein was. She smiled as she looked at the girl in the mirror again, no longer pale….she was red..red all over. She closed her eyes and whispered in her mind.

Let it end…………please….….

And she swiped the blade hard.

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Yea……this was a bit hard to write. The mental image it put in my head was not pretty…but I wanted to do this….it just was something I had to get out…I hope you guys like it. Thanks to all my friends for helping me through all of our troubles.*kiss all*

R & R please….I would love to hear notes form y’all