My sis is suffering from Bi-polar, depression and anxiety. This has been like this for years and it isn’t getting better. I need help spreading the word and raising money for this trip she wants to take. I really want to see her happy again and I think this will help her. The full story is in the link. If you cant donate, just please share to others. I would be very grateful. Please I need the help to help my sister.

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I just want quite in my head

But then I want them dead

I will lie in bed

While their bodies are in the shed

Music plays in my back lot

As they begin to rot

I begin to play

As I burry them in clay

Now in my head

They are all dead

I wouldn't be a great hero. I would be unseen. I would be the one where if there is a abusive husband beating his wife, I would make sure he would disappear without the wife knowing. I would stay in the shadows, without a cape or mask. It is like I would have the power of invisibility but I really wouldn't be invisible. People just wouldn't look hard enough before it is too late. I'm the one who crawls in my own bed, tired and worn, tears streaming down my battered face. I'm the one that is alone except for the skeletons in my basement. Yes, I am that unsung hero.

     It is not so bad if you know how to cook the meat just right. Plus he didn't really scream for too long this time. He was rough but I was rougher. His whole body was throbbing when I drew my knife up his chest. But there was just one thing I couldn't hold back. All that red made me want to scream. I lashed out and that's when he lost it. I mean, he did agree to it and he didn't mind when I started at his thighs. I felt like he betrayed me and the screaming was to high pitch for my taste. To the jugular I went and well that shut him up right quick. I giggled when I saw all that red. It was so fresh and red, I screamed. I kept going with my knife, slicing up and down. It was a bit salty but the color was just right. I giggled when he started to jerk about. The beautiful red was now all over me. I licked my lips and dove right in. Now I am on the floor, drowning in all this red. To bad I wont have time to clean up. the next one will be here any minute.

It started on a winter day

When I was out to play

He followed close behind

By Spring he was mine

Till the day I would die

Tears were shed

He wiped them away

While we sat on his bed

He is my knight

He is my sun

I love him

And he is the one That made me smile again.

I know many things but none you should know. I know how many birds there in the yard as you leave the house. I count the buttons in the jar while you are out and about. I know how many strokes the artist took to paint the picture that is down in the hall. I know who you see and who you love. Sadly, I know it is not me. I know you wanted me to leave my wanted my bank account. I know what daddy has done and I know what you do everyday. You don't know how well I hide my sadness. I hide my tears and you just don't what want to know...

It was one of those days where I paid for lunch and the gas for him. Mom did say I needed to do it since he came over every time he was free and helped her. I didn’t understand back then but I really didn’t care. I wanted him no to show up’ I didn’t want him around me, and I didn’t want to call him my boyfriend. He sat in the driver’s seat, his fingers tapping to the music. He was off beat of course and it drove me nuts. I sat there, staring out the window, solemn and silent. He nudge me roughly “Hey, babe. Text your mom because we are going to my house.”

He smirked as I frowned, my face might contorted to a horrified state. I knew what that meant. He had the itch and he needed me to cure it. He swung his SUV into his parents’ driveway and skidded to a stop. I groaned as I melted out of the car “ You are going to wreak if you keep doing that,” I saw the annoyed look on his face so I added, “ sweetheart” to the end of that.

“Oh I won’t do that, babe” He said as his harshness disappeared and eagerness took his place. We went inside where I found his mother, reading a book I had suggested for her. I smiled sweetly and greeted her with a hug. She hugged me back but she knew why I was there. She started talking to me about the series that she found and wanted me to try. As she guided me back to her room to see her books, I felt my arm grabbed by his rough hand. I winced and tried pull away but he kept his hold “Mom, I promised her that I would show her that new video I downloaded.”

His mother only nodded and he dragged me down the stairs to his basement. Everywhere was carpeted and movies posters were framed. His mom and step dad were well off and he hated them for that but wasn’t going to deny his rent-free living. I couldn’t look at him but kept my eyes up at the old Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets poster. His lips pressed hard against my neck as he nibbled on it. I shrugged him off and stepped away, “Please. I’m not feeling well. I rather not.”

My last words ended sharply and anger grew in his eyes. He quickly pulled out his gun from the couch’s secret cubby hole where there should be remotes. “Babe, I want it today” was all he said in a hushed tone which made me shake. He held my hand as we went into the bathroom. The door was locked and the lights were turned off. He pulled off my shirt and I went to my knees. I heard the zipper be pulled down as he held my head. It was the same hand that held the gun. He nudged it out and prodded my face. It wasn’t much but it was still disgusting to me.

I carefully tugged his pants all the way down and did as I was told. I sucked softly at fist then I sucked a bit harder. I could hear his soft moans and gasps. Then I heard something that pleased me. I had not realized that he changed his hands and the gun was placed on the sink. That clinking sound of porcelain against the cold metal was what made me snapped.

My hands rubbed his inner thighs and slowly caressed his unusual small set. He moaned when my hands wrapped around it. I smiled as my teeth grazed is sensitive flesh. He bucked his hips slightly so it was all the way in my mouth. I growled lowly and tightened my hold on his set. He gasped sharply before I bit down hard. The rusty flavor of blood hit my tongue as soon as I broke skin. I tugged down hard as I bit into him. He squealed like a pig to slaughter and he slipped. I felt his male plumbing pulled from my grip and I rushed to the door.

My shirt was forgotten as I fumbled to get the door open. I swung it over and cried out for help. I had gotten to the stairs when I thought I was going to win. I cried out once more but my words were cut off as I fell face first and was dragged back down. I tasted more of that rusty taste and groaned. I had bit my tongue as he had dragged me down, his parts hanging pitifully. As soon I was on the floor again, I kicked him off and scrambled, “I AM DONE!” I screamed as I lashed out of him. He went after me, trying to pin me down. I made him roll as he bit hard onto my breast.

I remember trying to claw his eyes out as he continues to bite me. I was on top till he swung his fist and knocked me flat on my back. The world around me spun as I felt my pants being tug down. I heard fabric ripping and the cool basement air made me tense up. He was on top as he tried to push it in. He groaned and rolled off to his side. He held onto his goods and groaned in pain. That is when I started to laugh. Oh and I laughed like the Joker. I stood up, pulling my pants up, still laughing like a mad man. I had won. I had won. My mother would not have a word to say about it. I had won. I started to walk away when he grabbed my ankle.

I went down again, hitting my head on their coffee table. I heard a loud cracking noise. I remember the darkness that surrounding me. I felt the warm trickling of blood down my forehead. Then that darkness took me. I woke up with gentle hands cleaning my face and breasts. I groaned as a bright light hit my tired eyes. I whispered softly, “Please God. Please.”

I felt like crying when I heard his voice “I don’t know what happen, Mom. I’m sorry. Please tell me that she is waking up. I’m sorry.”

His mom did not say a word as his step dad walked out to his garage, “Amy, shut him up.”

His mom let out a shaky sigh as I came to. My eyes fluttered open when his mom had an icepack on my head. I let out a soft mumble of cursed words as I tried my best to sit up on my own. My hands went to the back on the couch. So soft and cool I thought when the world finally ended its childlike spinning. They didn’t say a word after that. I was pissed as hell but scared. He drove me home in silence and I could not even look in his direction. The knot on head had swelled to a most painful thing.

I didn’t even said good bye as he dropped me off. I slammed the door in his face as my father pulled out his liquor. I kept my eyes to the floor as my mother got up room the home computer,” Hey, hon. Did you pay your boyfriend for gas?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Did you pay for dinner?”

“Yes, ma’am.” I headed to my room but she stopped me before I could slink in and close the door.

“Hon. You are acting weird. Did you two fuck?”

I was disgusted, “No, mom. He is complete gentleman.” I said this with anger and sarcasm. She knew what he had done to me before and I was the one that was chastised. That conversation ended with another slamming of the door and my mother cursing worse than a sailor. Slut and whore and every variation of those words was tossed around as I lied back on my bed. The cool sheets cooled my steaming body. I was too much in pain to wonder if I was dead. Death would have been merciful.

I stared up at the paper bats that hung on my ceiling. I watched them spin and spun as the air conditioning blew, making a quiet buzz that could be heard over my mother’s raving down the hall. My lips started to split into a grin as I felt a numbness. Low giggles turned into laughter and I continued as tears rolled own my face. I laughed harder as I blocked my door and I could hear my mother bang on the door. I threw open the curtains and pulled up on the window. My laughter filled the air as I ran around, screaming, “I’m done! I’m done!”

The silk scarf that he had gotten her ran through her fingers as she paced by the windows. Her dark hair was cut short, which made it look like it bounced with every step, and her skin was pale as ivory. She had to make a decision and it needed to be done now. In her other thin hand was a small, blue bottle. She could hear his words in her head. He hated her and he wanted her to leave. His mistress had been seen with him and everyone from the club knew what was going on.

The board was not going to let this go if they even suspected her of doing such things but this was her home and her money. The busy streets below interrupted her thoughts and she stopped to look out. The people looked like ants and each one of them had a secret to hide. She wanted to scream at them. Tell them to shut up. She needed to think. She really wanted him to leave but he put his name on everything since they had gotten married.

He owned the apartment. He owned the town car. He owned the lake house that was hers when her grandfather had passed on. He claimed to own the child that had just start to grow in her. He wanted that gone just like her. Tears trickled down her face. He owned her and he was going to toss her out like trash. She let out a shaky sigh as she pulled the scarf off of her neck and it fell to the floor. She was going to lose everything. She held onto the window sill to keep her balance as the world swayed around her. Her house dress felt too tight and constricted her from lifting her arms up much. He said he wanted her to where that dress. He wanted her to stay home. He wanted her to be silent and smile when he came home. He wanted her in bed early tonight.

She knew the routine and he was the man of the house. He made the decisions. She glanced down at the bottle again. She wanted to do it so badly. “Only one sip”, she thought “Just one sip.”

She stood a bit straighter and a decision was made. She grinned ear to ear as she held up that little blue bottle as high as she could in that dress. Then there was a knock at the door. Without a second thought she placed the bottle on the table and went to greet the visitor. A tall policeman, with blue eyes and a solemn expression, stood there and he took his hat off in respect to her. She burst into tears and hid her grin when he reported the news.  It was just her luck that it had happen for her