galaria7's video: scars one shot

scars -- one shot (A/N): this one is kind of crapy but it just came to me... so hope you like it. OH BTW: want to win tickets to see J.B in toronto? then go online to : http://koiniclub.com/ref/C-3-80087567 and singh up for te compitition!!... good luck *emily's pov* i tied the belt around my arm, despretly looking for a vain, but none came to vision. i untied the belt and tried it around my legs. but it failed again. emily: "FUCK!". there were no visible vains left around my bruced arms or legs. frustarated already, i took off my tank top and finally saw the blue/grenish vain just above my breast. without thinking twice i took the needle that was laying down on the sink and ejected the liquid into it, closing my eyes in both pain and satisfaction. letting the heroine explode inside my body. what? you think what im doing is wrong? try dealing with watching ur mom being beaten everyday by your stupid drunk step dad, try loosing everything you stand for to a cold-blooded killer you bearly even know, try having to hide under your bed for hours until it was safe again, try having to explain to your 4 year old little sister that everything was going to be fine if she just stays in the room whwer its safe leaving your mom outside where its not. i know what i do isin't ok. but trust me if you were in my posicion you would do the same. it wasent always like this. before my dad pasd away everything was normal, you might even say perfect, but a year ago he died from lung cancer. i remenber sitting in the waiting room nervously, with my mom and my sister. it was a friday afternoon and my dad was in surgery. when all of a sudden doctors rush into his operating room. i shut my eyes and shoock my head trying to make all the bad thoughts in my mind go away. an hour later we got the bad news. exactly what i was afraid of... my dad had pasd away. according to the doctors , he stoped breathing in the middle of the surgery and they did the best they could. 9 months later my mom got a new boyfriend. he makes me sick. he is the worst excuse of a man there is. i even saw him come out of my 4 year old sisters room late at night one day... i hope is not what i think it is , cuz i would literary KILL him!. the only escape to all of this is drugs. sometimes i do it alone sometimes with a friend, but eather way its happening. i cant control it. im addicted. i dont know what im going to do, sometimes i think it woud be better to just die right here. well what ever it is i better think fast cuz im running out of long-sleve shirts and sweat pants to hide the SCARS. there you go. no copyrigt intended. i dont own enything but the story. (epic fail) rate subscribe comment.!! remenber : want to win tickets to see J.B in toronto? then go online to : http://koiniclub.com/ref/C-3-80087567 and singh up for te compitition!!... good luck