The love of a father

She slowly pushed the blade in to her arm and pulled it down her, feeling the sting, feeling

the sense of freedom from everything that had been in her head. There was the singular

sharp, sweet sting as the blade sliced her skin. Not to deep but deep enough to make herself

bleed, she whispered to herself; Its just one cut. i'll be ok, just no more. She put the blade

down and wiped the blood from the cut she had just made. She looked back down at the

blade. I need more, she thought. She picked the blade up and put it to her arm and made

one more, and another and another. After she realized what she had done and how full her

arm was of cuts. She cried and started wiping the blood from her arm. Why did I do this to

myself. She looked down at the blade, Why did you do this to me?! She screamed, What

the fuck is wrong with me?! Why did I pick up that damn blade?! What made me think like

this?! I have a perfect life and not a care in the world. Why have I done this to myself?! Her dad heard her crying and came in to see what was wrong. He took one look at her arm

and said, Get in the truck we're going to the hospital. She looked at her arm then back at

her dad, Why do we need to go to the hospital its not bleeding that bad. Why would we

need to go to the hospital? Her dad replied, i'm taking you to the mental hospital, you

have some serious mental issues. I don';t even wanna look at you. She cried and got into the

truck. What did I do that was so bad? He yelled, you fucking cut your damn arm! What

the fuck else do you think it would be. You're just a mental bitch that doesn't know what the

hell she's doing to herself. You will never get a guy with the scars and cuts on your wrist. You

need serious mental help. Now shut the fuck up you little bitch. She whispered, I hate

you. He pulled over got out of the truck and opened her door, said unbuckle. She obeyed

quickly. He grabbed her hair and pulled out of the truck and started beating her. After he

was done, she was almost dead on the side of the road, and drove off leaving her to die.

When she was found it was to late for anyone to save her. Her dad had killed her instead of

helping her figure out what was wrong with her and why she had cut her wrist.

About two years later her dad was found in a closet hung by her belt, a note taped to the

belt saying; To my beautiful angel, Samantha, I'm so sorry for not helping you with what

was going on in your head. I wish I could change what I did to you. I love you so much I can't

wait to see you again. You were the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. I wish I could've

been a better father to you. You were amazing at everything you did. I love you baby girl.

Love,