Up and Down

A letter from the dead

Ivys POV

I hold the blade in my hand and press it into my stomache, then I begin to draw, a butterfly for my mother because thats how I remember her, as beautiful and delicate as a butterfly. A flower for grandma, because she always smelt like lavender. A star for Kate, becuase she shines brighter then anyone I've ever known. For Charlie a heart, because he is my heart, the beat that has always kept going. Then A tear for the dad I never had and the one that caused the most tears to fall.

I sit the knife down into desk and press a cloth to the wounds, until the bleeding slows, then cover it in a bandage, I pull my shirt down then look into the mirror. I hate the person I see, a broken girl who cant keep her self together, her eyes are red and puffy, her wet hair is messy and every where, her cheeks are sunken in from not eating and she her skin is a dead white. She looks a wreck and the worse part of it is she knows she is. ANd she knows that no amount of crying is going to stop her pain but she cries anyway. I smash my fist against the reflective surface, and stare at the thousands of shattered pieces, then at my hand dripping blood onto an envelope, that I didnt notice, I wipe my hand with the cloth and rip the envelope open.

My dearest Ivy, 

I will be gone by the time you read this your father will have gotten to me. I need you to stay strong and never let that monster bring you down.
I have never been completely honest Ivy, but then again you never asked, Your father was my son, and he was not always this way, it was my fault he turned into what he is now, when his father was murdered right in front of him, he was traumatized, but I wasnt there for him, my own son. Instead I took to getting drunk and abusing him, it wasnt until he started becoming dark and hating everything that I realized what I'd turned him into. But by then it was to late, then he met your mother and he loved her with such passion it was beautiful, but behind that beauty was the darkness that had taken over his body. While he did love your mother was still going slowly mad and he found out that you werent his true child and your mother had cheated on him he broke for good and went crazy.

I knew he would come after me when I heard he had gotten out of jail, he hated me for what I had done to him and I dont blame him, What I did was unforgivable. So dear Ivery, this is the last undeserved favor I ask of you, please go visit him and tell him I am truely sorry for what my selfish actions have done, dont greive me dear child, I dont deserve it only greive the boy your father used to be,

Love your, Grandma

I glare at the letter and rip it in half and plaster on a fake smile and after hiding the knife head out to the kitchen.

Hey everyone, sorry for all the short chapters. I will end this book soon, I just need to figure out how I'm going to end it. Thanks for reading this.