Give me a reason to believe

Ivory's P.O.V

I didn't want to tell Frank about my past life. I'm afraid he would leave. Now he's past out on my couch. I'm always to tell people about my life when I was a kid, I'm afraid they would judge me or leave me. First off, My parents beat me. If I got anything other then an A, I was sure to get beat. Anything I did wrong ended up as a new bruise. One day I forgot my jacket when I went to school in 2nd grade, And my friend saw all these bruises and told the teacher. So the teacher sent me to the office. I first saw the nurse, Then the counselor. It turned out that My bones were bruised, Then the counselor asked me everything about my life at home. I told her everything, That ended up in my parents getting arrested. So I was sent to a foster house, Where it wasn't any better. I don't know how they were allowed to adopt me. The dad was a Drunk Ass, And the mom constantly brought a different guy home every week, And to top it all off, They both smoked. I'm not talking just plain old cigarettes, I mean drugs. They constantly smoked Pot, Sometimes they offered it to me. Also when the dad was drunk, Which was very often. He would beat me. So I got moved in 4th grade, To ANOTHER foster care house, Which was almost as bad as the last one. Their kids bullied me. They would punch me, Kick me, Slap me. Whatever it was. I most of the time would end up unconscious on the ground in my room, That's how I got my night's rest. That's what lead to my next horrible childhood memory. Self harm. Cutting, Bruising, Burning, Whatever took the pain away. Whatever gave me this pleasure of relief. Not just little scrapes or bruises. No I mean All up my arms, I would cut my arms as far as I could go. I would burn my torso with some hot metal. Usually from those old big hair pins. Also I would bruise my legs. It would hurt like a bitch to shower with burns everywhere. I remember that I would make little nooses out of little pieces of string i would find on the ground and put them on my doll's heads and pretend to hang them. It took the stress out of wanting to do that to myself. I stopped cutting until 8th grade. That's when kids made fun of me for having colored hair and for being fat. On mine and Gerard's first date he saw my scars and told me that he would love me no matter how many scars there were. He made me feel special. That's why I thought I loved him. And now I'm thinking about those razors mocking me, I still have all of them. In my bottom drawer of my dresser. I'm thinking how nice the blood would feel dripping down my arm. But Frank's here. What if he caught me and laughed, For cutting because that is so 'Emo'. But he is asleep. He's probably a heavy sleeper. If I could just take off my shoes, I could be as quiet as a mouse. So this is happening. I'm walking to the stairs. He hasn't woken up yet. Please don't let my clumsiness attack now. Okay I made it up quietly. I swear if my aunt found them. She always putting up my laundry. Okay, Found them. I keep them in a little pink basket. I pull out my best, Sharpest, Longest razor.



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For how old I am today. Oh god the blood dripping down my arm. The feeling of the blood rushing back to my veins then going out the cuts. Shit, I hear foot steps, FUCK what if it's Frank? I grab my pillow, And wipe the blood on there, Then I put on my robe. "Hey, Ivory I have to leave." Frank says, Walking into the room. Shit, He wants a hug. I put out my hand to shake his hand. "O-Okay thanks for coming, Buddy." I say so awkwardly. Fuck he's gonna know something's wrong. "Umm, Bye then, My mom's here." He says awkwardly shaking my hand. That was way to fucking close. He would've hated me. He would've called me stuff, Then tell the whole school.

Frank's P.O.V

That was weird, Oh well. She's weird, But in a good way. "How was the party?" My mum asks. "It was a lot of fun, A lot." I say, Thinking of the kiss. "Well what do you want for dinner?" she asks me again. "Pizza?" I ask giving a retarded grin. "Okay, Okay." She replies. "YAY!!" I scream. So then we had pizza, It was a good day. I got a kiss from Ivory, I FINALLY Talked back to Gerard & Kicked him in the balls, And I got pizza. I'm sure this day can't be ruined.

Notes

Nice ending Right? Right? No? Oh okay......
But for real, I feel like all of you people are getting tired of the story. I feel like it's boring to y'all now. Is it? Or do y'all still love me? It makes me sad because I think y'all are starting to get bored with the story. Please let me know.
Anyway like every time I update, I love all you Biches


~ Panty Poison