This story was done to the song "Tourniquet" by Evanescence. I hope you like it.

It's rated a strong Pg-13 for darkness, and umm other things (can't tell or I'll spoil it for all.)

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I sit on my bedroom floor hold a shattered piece of mirror. Tears well in my eyes as I think of his hands touching, feeling my most intimate places.

Raising an arm I stare at my wrist.

//I tried to kill the pain

But only brought more

(So much more)//

'How dare he touch me' For seven years I have had to suffer from his touch. I have learned to fear his touch.

Well no more. Never again will he ever touch me.

With the cold metal pressed again my skin I drag it across my skin. Oh how I love the feeling. The feeling of freedom, true freedom.

Never again will I be his victim, his bitch.

//I lay dying

And I'm pouring//

Raising my other arm I slowly slit it. A smile comes as I stare at the bright red liquid that oozes from the wounds.

//Crimson regret, and betrayal//

Slowly I crawl to the bed. To the filthy place. The place that he did his dirty deeds. He had soiled this place, so shall I. Except I will win. And he, he will lose.

//I'm dying

Praying

Bleeding

Screaming//

I glance at the phone. I still can save myself, rescue myself.

Reaching out with a red hand I yank the phone from the wall. No one can save me now.

//Am I too lost to be saved

Am I too lost//

My eyes close as I mutter a small prayer, "Please let me be safe in Heaven. Safe from him."

//My God, my Tourniquet

Return to me salvation

My God, my Tourniquet

Return to me salvation//

My thoughts swarm to 'god.' Would he be able to save me. Such a lost, suffering soul as mine. Was it worth saving.

//Do you remember me

Lost for so long//

Will I get to see you in heaven,

//Will you be on the other side//

Or will you shy away from me just like many others have.

//Or will you forget me//

Crimson blood pools around me soiling my white, lacy quilt.

I shudder lightly as the cool sticky liquid hits my inner thighs. Bruises still linger from the mornings rendezvous.

//I'm dying//

But soon,

//Praying//

very soon I shall be free.

//Bleeding//

Free from his touch, his promises, of his long fingers.

//Screaming//

"I'm a lost pathetic soul. No one will ever save me." I shout aloud clinching my tiny fists.

//Am I too lost to be saved

Am I too lost//

Again I mutter another prayer to god.

//My God, my Tourniquet

Return to me salvation

My God, my Tourniquet

Return to me salvation

Return to me salvation//

Grogginess hits me as the blood tickles my ankles.

//I long to die//

Soon

//My God, my Tourniquet

Return to me salvation//

Very soon I shall be free from him.

//My God, my Tourniquet

Return to me salvation//

Oh please death come on swift wings to one who has suffered so much. Free my soul, allow me to shed this previous life, this dirty skin.

//My wounds cry for the grave//

Allow my soul its final dying wish.

//My soul cries for deliverance//

Allow me to be with you. Will you deny one of your own. Will you be like everyone else.

//Will I be denied Christ//

Or will I be allowed my freedom.

//Tourniquet, my suicide//

When your sending angels to heaven please don't forget a lost soul like me.

//Return to us salvation//

As I feel the last of my life leave I scream my last words condemning the man that soiled me to hell.

I scream, "Damn you to hell, DADDY!!!"

//Return to us salvation//