Tara, was always shy. As any typical person, she had family problems. At a very young age she had alreay known to much for such a small head.
Her father was gone,every time he promised to be there, getting high, doing drugs not really giving a shit about her or anyone else. Her mom, was always working, trying so hard to support the family, But she was growing up, and reliezing what hell her father was putting her threw. Soon Tara noticed she was losing everything, and her family was breaking apart, years went by faster and faster.
Her mother knew what was going on with her father, she told Tara she would try to get him help, Tara waited and waited. Soon he was sent off to rehab. It didnt last long, only because he kept making excuses.
Tara was growing up, she was tomboyish , and she needed a dad around, but she never had one around.
Soon her mother started getting pressure on her shoulders, to much to deal with, she started taking it out on Tara, smacking her around, beating the shit out of her, not noticing what she was doing.
Around a year after the first time her father was sent to rehab, he was going back in, this time he stayed in there for 6 months, and with that, Tara was left with responsibilities,much to hard for a 12 year old to handle she was left, watching her little sister every night and which was hard because her sister put her threw hell and never listened, and he was left to pick up after everyone, she never got a break from anything, still her mother didnt notice what she was putting Tara threw, and her mother still continued to beat the shit out of her. Tara reliezed that her life sucked, and than she couldent do anything abou it, and she was sick of putting up with it. So one night, she went into the bathroom, and pulled a razor blade out, she went into her bedroom, and dropped on her bed, and she begain to cry, and wondering why she had such a horrible life. And than she put the razor up to her wrist, and made a smooth deep cut across.
Soon it became a habbit, she couldent stop it, and she had many friends, but they werent truley friends, and she knew they couldent help.
So she started wearing baggy clothes and hiding the scars across her wrist. But one night, a friend came over, she pulled her sleeves up,(forgetting the scars where there) and started moving around, soon he noticed them, his heart started to race, and he asked about them, she didnt say anything and soon he left. He had known about her life and how fucked up it was but didnt really bother.
After 6 months her father came back home, she knew everything was going to go back to the same old shit, and it did, she told herself shes had enough.
This time it wasnt cutting.
she took the sharpest knife she could find, she took off outside into the woods, and sat down bundled up by a tree cold and silent, later, she layed down softly on the cold ground, and she looked up at the stars and started counting them one by one, and she thought of the good times she had, which there were only a few.
Soon she took the knife and put the point up to her chest, and cried out loudly………….