Hi i'm Victoria and this is a fictional story i have been writing for a long time and i want to share it with people. I will be posting all the chapters one by one from the very beginning. As this is a blog newer chapters will be at the top and older ones will be lower down, however they are all numbered so i hope it shouldn't be too hard to find you're way around. I would also like to mention that i am mildly dyslexic so my spelling and grammer can be a bit off even though i try my best.
Friday, 15 June 2012
Chapter 198 : look at me and see hope
I could have screamed again,
howled out in pain but it wasn’t from the overdose. The information Esmee had just given the
doctor pushed into me hard making the hideous pain of before feel like nothing
more than an annoying niggle in the pit of my stomach somewhere. Twenty three
times she had tried to end her beautiful life, twenty three overdoses
destroying her from the inside out. She had felt the pain that twisted inside
of my stomach, she had thrown up the bile, ingested the charcoal. She had
wanted to leave life, make it like she had never existed.
“Esmee,” I winced another bout of twisting almost
knocking me off of my train of thought but nothing mattered as much as knowing
why, what horror made her choice this agonizing
death over life, what monster had stolen her heart?
“it’s OK my love, the doctor is going to get you
some pain killers now and some anti-sickness so it will become easier for you
to rest OK, it will just be a little bit longer, you just have to hold on and
be brave. “I promise It will go away soon.”
“Twenty three
times.” I moaned, my body
still shivering violently under the mountain of blankets, “You did this twenty three times and you are
here comforting me. The pain you must have felt.” I groaned clutching at my stomach as I tried once again not to cry out
at the pain, it still didn’t matter as much as she did.
“Mi my love that
was my old life; a life when I felt a lot like you do now, A life where I hid
all the things that hurt me and took them out on myself, but I learnt over time
that that was no way to live and I fought hard and I got better so I don’t want you to be scared I want you to look at me and see what I have
become, not what I was, you need to look at me and see hope because what I am
now is something that I am proud of.”
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