This is Death

um what violence rating is this?(mild or moderate?)

(Please just ignore the background. can't make it look stone so just deal with it. I'm going to redo this. I hope you guys don't think this is too gory or sad or somethingT-T A theme I wanted to put in is that sometimes we don't appreciate what we have even though there are kids out there who are just trying to get their parent's love.)



“No! Stop!” I screamed as I was being beaten by the very people I loved. I looked up to the face of my cruel father glaring down at me. As if it a sin to look at him, he kicked me in what must have been my already broken ribs.
“We told you,” my father said in deathly, cold voice, “that we don’t want to see you!!”
He then grabbed my hair, roughly pulling it upward, along with my torn and beaten body, up to right above his waist. He looked at me. Through my constant tears I saw a man, this man who was supposed to be my father, looking at me with eyes that could stab right through you. I never understood why they hated me so much, even now.
“Why do mama and papa hate me? Why?” I asked once.
“Shut up. We never asked to have you.”
That was what they told me. Those words have never left me.
Maybe that’s why I won’t reach out for someone…maybe that’s why I won’t let anyone see into my heart…because if I do…I always betray myself…or I end up being left…like a curse.
Maybe it was because of my disease. My immune system was weaker than it should’ve been, so my wounds took a while to heal. My skin would also break easily. I had these problems ever since I was born…until my death.
It remained a mystery for me and it will remain a mystery forever.
No matter how hard I try, they were never satisfied. I would prepare drinks and food for them. And clean around the house. I did everything for them. I’d…forgive them for abusing me…I loved them…and I wanted them to love me too.
I gave my mother flowers…with a smile on my face, probably my only smile to her. But she slapped them out of my hands, pushed me out of the room and onto the ground. Then, slammed the door on my face and I was left there…my heart…my life…becoming an even deeper shade of black…
But one day when I was eight…I decided. I decided to leave after the pain in my heart and body became too much. They did it. They had broken my arm.
“Aaaaah…aaaaahh….” I cried clutching my arm, crying and trembling in pain. As soon as they turned around, I ran out the door. I ran and stumbled and my parents called out, “Where do you think you’re going?!” But I kept running. But, I heard them say something.
“Good riddens…” I heard. And more tears came adding to the thirty thousand of others.
I walked through the alleyways, stumbling and wincing, especially with my arm. I walked around the corner and was suddenly grabbed and slammed to the back wall.
“Ah!” I screamed. I stared wide-eyed at who grabbed me. It was a man. He had short brown hair and dark brown eyes.
“W-What…?” I started.
“Shut up. I’m going to have a fun time with you.” The man said with a sly smile.
“W-What are you…ahh!!”
The man started to undress me! He then began to kiss into my neck.
“N-No! S-Stop!” I screamed.
“What are you doing?” A voice said.
This time it was a man with black hair. I couldn’t see what color his eyes were.
“Hey! I gotta pretty cute one to play with…” the man with brown hair said slyly, as he stroked my hair. I flinched.
“Wanna join?” he asked the man with black hair.
As the man’s focus was on the other one, I ducked my head and ran under his arm that was against the stonewall.
“Hey!! Get back here!!” the man shouted.
“Stop or I’ll shoot.” The man said coldly.
I froze. I slowly turned my head around. The man stood there. With a gun in his hand.
I stared at him, the gun. My left hand held my right arm. The water from the rain slowly ran down my body. But my gaze never looked away from the gun.
“Now…get over here and let me have my fun.” He ordered. I still looked at that gun. My thoughts ran wild and started to cry.
Why is it that no one will love me? Why am I put through this…? Please God…I…I just want to be loved!! But…if no one will…then…
“Then kill me…” I told him.
He stared at me in disbelief.
If there is no one who will be with me…then…I want to die…so…
“Kill me…” I repeated. “I do not fear death.”
The man smiled and pulled the trigger.
I gasped as I felt the bullet pierce my heart. It seemed my whole world slowed down. I fell backwards, feeling the blood pour out of me. My body slowly became numb. I felt the hard ground as I crashed down onto it. More blood spilled out soon going on the ground and around my body. I felt the warmth of it on my back…and soon my arms, and face. My head was turned the side and I could see the road. With the last hope I had, I pictured my parents running to me. Worried and crying. That’s what I saw. Hoping that it would become reality. I wanted to see my beautiful mother and my handsome father. I loved them. But soon, the pain became too great…the numbness took over my whole body, And as the last bits of life left my eyes…my world enclosed in darkness. This is death.