Bloody 17th (18+)

Blood runs down the hall... I guess there's no one here at all. If they were still here... They'd have heard the chair fall and see the blood in the hall. They'd hear the rope creaking; slideing on the beam above. They would have heard my screams... As I drowned in my own blood... They would have the gun shot that sent me to hell. They would have known just how much they hurt me. They would have known how it feels to be forgotten. I'm seventeen today, I don't guess it mattered. Well... at least not to them. No HAPPY BIRTHDAY!... or even a smile... They just woke me up and left. You'd figure at least my mother would remember... For fucks sake she had me... But alas I am forgotten... same as the year before. So I went to my room and closed the door. I grabbed the knife I used so much... I carved the number 17 into my arms. I cut two identical crosses into my wrists; Just to make sure I did it right. I threw the noose over the beam... Then I grabbed the gun and slipped the noose around my neck. I kicked offthe chair and pulled the trigger. The blood.... it's just dripping now... Drip....drip....drip... Staining the floor a dark crimsion shade. It's too bad they forgot me... Too bad I wasn't strong enough to ignore it all. It's not my Sweet Sixteen... It's my Bloody Seventeenth... Written March 15th, 2002 © on Mar 15 2002 01:53 PM PST, Jessica Taylor   18 • 0 • 1