Jenna. Jenna Harding. 16 years old. Sophomore. Softball Varsity. Popular. Spunky. Crazy.
Suicidal.
No one knows the real Jenna. They always think she's happy and bubbly. The blood soaked floors say otherwise.
She's lost in a state of emptiness. Longing to take a long walk off a short pier. Does anyone see this? No. She has a poker face. Covering up the sleepless eyes and fresh scars with concealer and long sleeves. No one seems to think anything is ever wrong. "Why is this?" She wonders.
Counts to three. 1-2-3- cut. That makes 23 just on that wrist. 40 on the other. Once she runs out completely she knows what's next. Maybe this doesn't have to happen. Yes, it does.
Once it happens the abuse will stop. Not from her parents or the people at school. But from her boyfriend. "Come here. NOW!" "I don't want you hanging out with him" "No shorts or dresses". Rule, after rule, after rule. And what happens if she doesn't obey? Punishment.
She wants to scream, but who would hear? If they did, would they help? Worst, would they believe her? Day after day she follows the same routine: wake up, call him, shower, call him, pick him up, drop him off, get to class, text him, let him beat her.
If she told anyone, he'd kill her. She's scared to even miss a call. 2 years. They call it an anniversary, celebrating being together. How could it be a celebration? The hitting and slapping. Forcing himself onto her. What's to celebrate? A nightmare lasting 730 days? No. It's not a celebration, it's not an anniversary. It's hell. And she wants to call out to someone, anyone, but that can't happen. If she dies, it will only be by her own hands. Tying the rope, turning the blade 90 degrees, emptying the bottle, anything.
She knew there wasn't much time left so she wrote some notes.
One to her mom and dad:
I love you.
I'm sorry. Please forgive me?
One to her friends:
It was bound to happen. Why didn't you see?
And one to him:
It's your fault. You just don't know when to stop.
Happy anniversary
When she finally finished, she set them carefully on her bed and walked across the room. Picking up the blade, she took a deep breathe. 1-2-3- goodbye.....
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Forbidden Love
Teen FictionJenna Harding is another statistic of teen relationship abuse. When her boyfriend takes it too far, she does what she thinks is the only thing to do, which leads her to the adolescent mental ward. However, what was supposed to be a 2 week average st...
