Emily's story

[recoveringcutter]

hey guys/gals. so i've been meaning to post this story for a long time. i worte this story last year from april 2008- november 2008. yes it toke me that long to write reason why is because it's 50 parts long. the other teen advice i was a member of, peope ahve told me i should really think about getting it published.. now everytime when i start a new part to the story, i will put a warning syaing it may or will trigger and to read with care.. with that said, lets get started

"READ WITH CARE. THIS PART MAY OR WILL TRIGGER"

Part 1

Emily was laying her in bed crying herself to sleep that night. She was listing to the sounds of her parents fighting. She was happy to have friends at school but they didn’t now about her secret she had. Emily is only 10 years old and she was been hurting herself. She has been doing it ever since she turned 10. She is afraid to tell her friends and afraid that she might lose them. She was thinking to herself if she should tell them or not. She fell asleep crying while listing to music. She woke up with her cd player next to. She knew that she had feel asleep with it on, which she didn’t mind at all. It was 7:00 and she had to be outside ready for the bus at 7:30. Her mom knocked on her door and told her that she had to get ready for school.

"OK mom, I’ll be downstairs in a few minutes."

As Emily was changing out of her PJ’s she looked in the mirror and saw her scars from the past. They weren’t bad nor where they deep. They were just scratches that bleed a little.

Emily was out and waiting for the bus. It was a hot summer day and Emily was wearing a long sleeve shirt. Some of her friends were asking her if she was hot because of how hot it was outside.

"No, I’ve been getting some cold chills and I’ve been starting to wear a long sleeve shirt to keep me warm."

Her friends said ok and didn't think anything of it. They kept on talking about how their weekends were. Emily however, didn’t say anything about her parents fighting. One of her friends bought up the subject that her family and her were watching TV. and they saw something about kids, teens, and even some adults who hurt themselves to relive pain and stress that they keep building up. When Emily heard that, she wanted to run away from where they were standing at. They were all talking about how stupid it was stupid it was and anyone who ever dose it, is doing it for attention.

"Right Emily?"

One of her friends asked.

"Oh, uh yeah. Right." Emily said pulling down on her long sleeve's

"Are you ok Emily? You look kind of funny." One of her friends asked.

"Yeah I’m ok, just feeling a little cruddy"

"Oh, ok."

The bus pulled up and now Emily was afraid that her friends were going to find out about her secret. There were assigned seats on the bus and Emily sat in the back of the bus alone. This time, she wanted to be alone. Her friends talked on the bus by sending notes back and forth. They send her a note back asking

"Hey how’s it going?" She replied back

"Pretty good. I know it may sound dumb but I’m trying to get some extra sleep." Emily wrote while yawning.

"You want us to let you sleep and wake you when we get to school?"

"Yeah that will be nice." Emily wrote sending the letter back up front.

"Ok we will, ttyl"

Emily just wanted to be left alone. When ever she heard foot steps coming towards the back she would pretend that she was sleeping.” Wake up sleepy head!" one of her friends said to her. Emily didn’t know that she really did feel asleep on the bus. That day they had an assembly, which Emily hated. It was always hot in the gym and she was wearing a long sleeve shirt. To make it worse. It was going to be an hour to an hour and a half. She wasn’t sure if she was going to be able to sit through the whole thing or not. All it was was the same thing they do every year. Tell the kids of how bad drugs are and how they shouldn’t do them. As they were walking out of the gym one of the kids said

"GOD, what’s the point of sitting through that whole thing. We are only 10 years old."

One of teachers over heard of what he was saying and pulled him to the side and talked to him.

"Boy, sucks to be him." Ashley said.

Ashley was one of Emily’s good friends.

"Weren’t you hot in that gym wearing that long sleeve shirt? I’m wearing a short sleeve shirt and I was burning up." Ashley said.

"Na, I’ve been having cold chills and I haven’t been hot in a while."

After Emily and her friend got done with lunch, it was time for recess. It was such a great day to go out and play. Emily walked out and saw a lot of other kids wearing short sleeve shirts and she saw herself wearing a long sleeve shirt. She was wondering if any of the teachers would ask her if she was hot or anything like that. Sure enough one of he teachers asked her.

"Emily dear, aren’t you hot wearing that long sleeve shirt?" Mrs. B asked.

Emily was getting sick and tired of telling everyone the same story. She just told her what she told every one else.

"No, I’ve just been having cold chills and I’m not even that hot."

School went by so slow and Emily was getting sick of telling everyone the same story of why she was wearing a long sleeve shirt. The school bell rang and school was out. Once Emily got home all she wanted to do was sleep since she had no homework. Once again she heard the sounds of her parents fighting. She got out of bed and got the box that was hidden very well in her closet. So well that not even her parents would be able to find it. She pulled out the box and locked her bedroom door. She opened it up which played ballet music in a soft way. She pulled out what she was looking for. A small razor she found in her parents room. Emily looked at her reflection in it while listing to the ballet music playing. She looked at her arm, which had a few scars on it from the past. Emily slowly put the razor on her skin...


To Be Continued

[2jules7]

Thats good, keeps my interest.
Will you be posting the other
parts for us to read as well?

[recoveringcutter]

yup, only 49 parts to go

[recoveringcutter]

"READ WITH CARE. THIS PART MAY OR WILL TRIGGER"

part 2


Emily was in her room crying while listing to the ballet music from her box play. She was still hearing her parent’s fight and scream. She then cut the words "alone" in to her arm and watched it bled. Emily dropped the razor and started to cry. All she wants is to be loved by someone and for someone to know that she is in pain. She went into her bathroom cleaned up her scars, and bandage them up and went to bed hoping the next day will be better. Emily was glad that fall was approaching and that meant the weather will be changing fast. She loved fall and winter the most. Not just because she could wear long sleeve shirts, but also because of how beautiful it is. Emily loved kicking the leaves up as she walked. But of all things, she loved to jump in a pile of leaves. What kid doesn’t? The next day was a cold day and that meant that Emily wouldn’t have to tell anyone why she was wearing a long sleeve shirt. It was like another school day that she had. Boring class, and same schoolwork. Emily’s friends were messing around and one of her friend’s got a line of red marker on her skin by accident.

"Oh crap, I gotta go wash this off." Becky said.

"Yeah, it looks like you cut yourself. I still don’t see why people will do that." Britt said.

That made Emily and little upset. She wanted to tell her friends what she was hiding but knew that they would make fun of her and make her life hell.
The school day went by pretty fast. Nothing new or exciting happened. The only thing that happened was one of the boys in Emily’s class had to stay after school for putting a tack on a teacher’s chair. Talk about going old school with a prank. Emily could of thought many different things to pull a prank on a teacher. After school, Emily walked into her house and it was really quiet which was a first. She was wondering if anyone else was home.

"Mom, are you home? Mom?" Emily didn’t hear a response.

She just went up to her room and worked on her homework. She had homework in just about every subject, which meant she had to work hard.
Emily was just about to work on her last bit of homework she had left. When her dad barged right in.

"WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?!” Her dad screamed.

"Dad, I’ve been in here all the time working on my homework." Emily said with a worried look on her face.

"DON’T YOU LIE TO ME. WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?!"

"Daddy, I told. I’ve been up here ever since I got home from school."

Emily was getting scared of what might happen next and she was wondering where her mom was at. Sadly her mom was working overtime where she worked at. Out of nowhere her dad started to smack her and throw her against the wall.

"Daddy please stop, PLEASE! What did I do?"

"You lied to me you little brat." Her dad screamed at her.

Emily wished for nothing more then her mom to be home right now.

"Daddy I didn’t lie, I told you the truth."

Before she knew it, Emily was curled up in the comer of her room and her dad standing over her with a clench fist. "I’m home" Emily’s mom shouted from downstairs. Emily could of never been more happier to have her mom be home. Emily was still curled up when her dad left her room. Once he left she ran and locked her bedroom door. She walked to her closet, pulled out her box and sat on her bed with it. Listening to the music of the ballet music playing she started to cry. She pulled out the small razor and looked at it for the longest time. This time she put it to her leg running across her skin thinking if she should cut or not. All of a sudden, she heard a knock on her door.


To Be Continued

[Anastasia513]

OMG you are posting ur story yesaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!! lol now i can read it all over again super awsome!

[recoveringcutter]

haha, glade you like it, i really want to get this published. it's one of my best stories

[Anastasia513]

you really should jon!!! i mean this story has to be one of the best i ve read and its really good..

[Chy]

Just wanted you to know I'm not neglecting this I'm just so buried right now and will be back to read it all once things slow down. Keep up the good work!

[recoveringcutter]

part 3


Emily quickly but quietly put everything back and opened her door. It was her mom.

"Hey honey how’s---. WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR FACE?!"

Her mom saw how red her face was when her dad smacked her.

"What are you talking about mom?"

"Honey, your face is beat red and it looks like it’s starting to bruise. Honey, what happened or who did this to you?"

Her mom was starting to get worried of what had happened.

"It was... It was..." Emily couldn’t find the words to tell her mom that it was dad. She’s afraid that if she told her mom that dad did, he will beat her again.

"It was who honey?"

"It was daddy."

Her mom was shocked that her husband did something like this. Emily started to cry and her mom comfort her.

"Don’t worry honey. I’ll talk to him once he gets home."

Emily’s dad went out for a few hours to of course go to the bar and get drunk.

"Is there anything else you want to tell me?"

At that moment, Emily thought to herself for a few seconds thinking if she should tell her mom about her cutting. But she was afraid that she would be mad and punish her.

"No mommy. There’s nothing else."

"OK, What else do you have left for homework?"

"Uh, I have math and that’s it. Once I’m done with that I’m just gonna go to bed."

"That’s Ok with me sleep well."

Before leaving her mom kissed Emily on her head and walked out. Once her mom left Emily started to cry and felt stupid for lying to her mom. She tried not to think about it so much and went back to finishing her homework. Once she was finished she went into her bathroom and started some bath water. She sat in the tub looking at her scars and feeling so stupid for what she had been doing for a while now. Emily ran her fingers across her scars and started to cry. She wanted nothing more but to not feel alone in what she was going through. After she got out of the tub she heard screaming, yelling, and dishes being broke. She quickly got dress fearing that either her mom or dad will barge in her room and see her scars.

"HOW DARE YOU ACUSE ME OF BEATING MY DAUGHTER! I WILL NEVER IN MY LIFE DO THAT." Her farther screamed.

"THEN HOW IN THE HELL DID SHE GET THAT RED MARK ON HER FACE?!" Her mom screamed back.

"WHAT RED MARK?!"

Emily’s mom went upstairs’ to ask her to come downstairs’ for a minute.

"Emily dear can I see you down stairs for a minute?"

"Uh yeah mom."

Emily was sacred that her mom had found out that she has been cutting herself. She walked downstairs’ to see both of her parents standing in the front room.

"You see? That red mark. What other way can she of gotten that?"

"She must of gotten that at recess."

"DOING WHAT? SHE DOESN"T PLAY ROUGH AND YOU KNOW THAT!" Her mom was starting to get outraged and knew that her husband was hiding something.

"Honey, you can go back up to your room. I’ll be up in a few minutes to say goodnight."

"Ok mom." Emily walked upstairs but sat on the top of the stairs to listen to what else they were saying.

"If I find out that you hurt my daughter, I will throw you out of this house so fast you won’t even know what hit you"

"But I’m telling you I--" Before he could finish his sentence his wife cut him off.

"LISTEN! All you do is drink when ever you get a chance, you come home drunk late at night while I’m at work and while she’s at home from school."

Emily’s mom started to get more outraged and Emily was on the top stairs getting scared.

"If you can’t control your drinking problem you will be out of my life for good."

Emily saw her mom started walking towards the stairs and she ran into her room, dove under the covers, and pretended to be sleep. Her mom slowly opened her door and walked in. Her mom sat on her bed and slowly stroked her hair. Emily slowly opened her eyes.

"Hey mommy.”

“Hi honey. Sorry about the fight your dad and I had."

"What’s going to happened mom? Are you guys going to get a divorce?"

"I don’t know yet dear. There are still a lot of things going on."

"OK mom." Emily’s mom leaned over and kissed Emily on her forehead.

"I love you Emily." Her mom said in soft voice.

"I love you to mom."

Her mom walked out of her room and quietly closed the door. Emily went to sleep once her mom left. What Emily didn’t know was her parents were fighting again. They fought for about another half hour andher dad left to stay with one of his drinking buddies. The next day in school Emily was quiet and no one knew why. Her friends were asking her what was wrong. For the first time her friends where really worried about he and kept a close eye on her.

"My parents are just fighting at home and I asked my mom if they are gonna get a divorce but she doesn’t know yet."

"What are going to do if they do get a divorce?" Ashley asked.

"I don’t know. I don’t think I will be able to handle it."

"Well don’t be stupid and cut yourself over it." Britt said in a snotty remark.

"Britt, or should I say Brittany." Becky said.

"Don’t you EVER call me Brittany. It’s Britt."

"Whatever. Your friend is going through a hard time and all you do is make it worse for her." Ashley said.

School started and everyone toke their seats. The teacher wrote the subject on the board. Hard to believe that November is already here. The subject on the board was. "What is one thing you will change about your life?" Emily’s heart sunk like a ship. She looked at the board for a while. The writing assignment wasn’t due until they got back from Christmas break.

"The reason why I’m giving you guys so long is because I’ve had students come up to me asking for more time because they have written about 2-4 pages long." Mrs. B said.

Emily was thinking of a few things to write about. She could write about wishing she had a little sister, be young again, or how she hadn’t start cut---. She stopped for a moment and thought to herself. What if I write about what I’m going through? What will happen? She knew she had until they return back from Christmas break. After school she meet up with her friends.

"So what’s everyone gonna write about?" Ashley asked everyone.

"I don’t know yet. I might write about wish my parents were more rich." Britt said.

Britt was always stuck up and everything had to be her way.

"How about you Becky?"

"I don’t know either. Maybe about how I wish I had a dad."

Becky’s dad divorce her wife when she was only 2 so she didn’t know much about him.

"What are you going to write about Emily?" Ashley asked. Before Emily could even say anything, Britt made another smart comment.

“I know what she’s gonna write about. She’s gonna write about how she wishes she can hurt herself with out anyone knowing."

"BRITT! Can you be anymore of a *****." Ashley yelled at Britt.

Britt was stund when Ashley yelled that at her.

"In case you for got Britt, Emily is going through a hard time and she doesn’t need this crap right now. You sure aren’t being a good friend to Emily, and I don’t know why you even are her friend."

That was the last time Britt was ever around Emily and the rest of her friends. Emily was glad to have a best friend like Ashley. She was always able to make her smile. Emily knew she could tell Ashley anything but was afraid to lose her as a friend if she told her about her cutting. That’s when Emily got an idea to write about her writing project.

To Be continued