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  “Hey, Stel?” asked Jade slowly as they stood in front of their house.  “Yes?” said Stella in a confused tone.  “Are you sure mom and dad won’t hurt each other?”  “I don’t know how to answer that, I used to think that they wouldn’t, but they’ve gotten worse…” Stella sighed.  Jade frowned and looked down. In, response, Stella squeezed her hand comfortingly. Riley let go of Stella’s hand and walked to the other side of Stella to hug Jade.   As they ended their hug, an old blue pick-up truck, blaring rock music, parked in front of them. A voice yelled &ldq

Childhood Memories: Book 1 The Happiness of a Child 14 year-old Stella Baker (Bones) leaned against the tree and sat down. She got her laptop out of her bag and set it in her lap. She plugged in her Skullcandy headphones, blared NightCore in her head, and logged onto Deviantart to read some Death Note and Akatsuki fanfictions. She was sitting in her favorite spot in the park; it was a peaceful spot, a little ways from the asphalt sidewalk/trail that circled the park, under the big oak trees next to the skate park, where she could here the skaters cursing as they failed doing tricks. As she looked up from the story she was reading, she saw

Don't look at me Don't talk to me Don't touch me Go away! I want to be alone It's my fate It's my curse You try to understand me But you can't Because you have no idea What I have to endure But when I look around You're still here For some reason You won't leave... (Thank you...)

I gave you my time And you wasted it I gave you my love And you ignored it I gave you my heart And you broke it I gave you my soul And you lost it I gave you my life And you sent me to Hell

Kill me I don't deserve to live The world will be better My pain will be gone So do me a favour And do what I didn't have the courage To do myself...

Little girl Once so inocent Now broken to the core Of her very being Her once free mind Now trapped in a nightmare Her once pure heart Shattered into tiny pieces Her once hopeful soul Overwhelmed by darkness and despair And no one notices Because she hides her scars Under long sleeves Because she hides her pain Behind a fake smile...

A grin comes to my lips As I pick a shard A shard of my broken heart And I use it to draw Draw red lines on my scarred skin This is my pain My twisted pleasure My life The grin goes away Replaced by demented laughter As blood drips down my skin As I feel its taste Its painful delicious taste This is my pain My twisted pleasure My life I throw away the shard For I have no more use for it My heart cannot be fixed There's an endless suply of shards And it doesn't matter anymore This is my pain My twisted pleasure My life

How does one manage to cut their skin? Tear the veins that run within? How do you carefully steal a knife? The tool that's used to end your life? How do you hide from prying eyes? How do you muffle your painful cries? Where do you cut so that no one will see? So no one at school will question me? How long does it take to disappear? A day, a month or even a year? How does one pretend not to care? Pretend to read but simply stare? How does one refrain from eating? But not act like you're competing? How does one fill the great black hole? Without the hunger taking its toll? How do you make yourself violently sick? How do you get

Changing The bandages Playing With the wounds It's my habit My routine The pain of my cuts The scent of my blood And when they ask I fake a smile And say I'm OK I don't need Their love I don't need Their pity I only need My self harm