Part 2

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I don't quite remember where we left off. I guess I could continue from my pain. By now I'm used to talking about my bad experiences. Is that normal? Anyways, throughout school life, I was used a lot never seen as myself. I was the "weird quiet girl". Here is the brutal part of my story. One day I was really emotional than usual. I had this sudden urge. The urge to end it all. I wanted the Elise Monroe to disappear. So I tried to, I cut my....my leg. It bled a lot but it felt like a relief. It felt like I was really fixing myself. The only thing I was doing was punishing myself. I continued the self-harm for weeks. Until one day "she" came into my life. She was a friend. I felt like I had someone. We had fun times or so I thought. It turns out she was the main reason I'm even telling this story. She aka the antagonist terrorized me. Always yelling out my insecurities as it would fix me. Every time she yelled I froze. I couldn't even bring myself to say "shut up". This was only the surface of her hatred for me. To this day I still wonder what I did to her. What makes people despise me so much.........

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