Their Stories
Author: Neeka
Disclaimer: I wish I owned em, but I don't, don't own the music either.
Catergory: Alternate Universe
Summary: An AU series dealing with mental and physical abuse of some sort. Please if your sensitive in those sort of areas, like rape, child abuse etc. don't read this.
Feedback: Please, I'll love you forever. :)
Author's Note: Music in this story is Tattoo by Majandra Delfino. ;)
Isabel's Story - Tattoo
Part 5
"Well, let's see, I also just got here, into a hospital. Been in one about 7 months. I used to be normal, but you know, some men make a girl not so normal. No, it wasn't my father, it was a boyfriend. I swear I loved him. He showed me he loved me too. At first anyways. He said he wanted to marry me. He said he loved me. I believed him. He said he would make me happy at first. Then, then he began to ignore me. Sometimes he hit me. He told me things, how he wanted a thinner girl, not a cow like me. I believer him too. I began to throw up, I turned into a damn balemic freak. I would stay up until 2am. I'd wake up early though. I always woke up before 8am. He would stop showing up unless he wanted something."
Suddenly you can live without me no longer calling me up
Hours pass by without you I can't stop myself from throwing up
I'm woken up worrying will you come back I can't sleep in past 8
Then night comes around I'm desperate and wired and can't fall asleep till late
"My parent's began to notice the difference in me, I started telling them lies though. To get them off my back. I became vingful at first. With my boyfriend. He never knew though. He never had the faintest idea. I would think all kinds of horrid things, but he never knew. I never told him either. I thought it would all work out in the end. I thought it was just some rough patches that needed to be fixed."
My psychotic vengeance is on a killing spree
My neurotic tengence is just about to set me free
I think of of little excuses of how I can get to you
I conjure up things that are abusive and how i'll be doing them to you
Just cause we can pull through
"I really believed everything was okay. I would sit by my phone in my room and I would wait by the phone. I would wait for him to call. Even though I never had the guts to pick up the phone myself. I never had the nerve to just do what I wanted anymore. And when he didn't call me, I would start writing down things. Things that I could do to him. I would start to think of horrid things to do to him. Than I would cry and go back and sit by the phone, waiting for him to call me."
I want to call you up and cry to you and plead
I want to kick you down kick you till you bleed
I will bash your face in I will take you up the ass
I'm gonna fuck your world up and dweel on just the past
"I wanted to hurt him so bad. I would want him dead. I would want him to fucking die. I didn't want to see his face anymore. But than I would. I would want to hear his soft words in my ear, I would want to see his beautiful grey eyes. I would want him near me. And I would pray to God. Pray that he'd be okay the next day. Pray that no one have to feel the way I felt."
My psychotic vengeance is on a killing spree
My neurotic tengence is just about to set me free
I think of of little excuses of how I can get to you
I conjure up things that are abusive and how i'll be doing them to you
God bless the next
"I started to do things to my body. I colored my hair. I lost a lot of weight. I wore the make up and clothes he wanted me to wear. I did everything perfect. But then one day he left. He left for someone like I used to be."
I lost 15 lbs. and died my hair black to be your perfect girlfriend
But you left me for a blonde with meat on her bones who makes mistakes now and then
"He left me for somebody like I used to be and I pitied the poor soul who had to live with him next. I would try to call him after he left me, beg him to come back to me. It didn't work. He refused to even come near me. He would do everything in his power to avoid me actually. I started doing things to his house, to his car. I started wanting to act out all the horrid things I ever wanted to do. I started forgetting why I was so in love with him. Why he was such a perfect boyfriend."
I find it quaint how you channel your energy
It's seems as though you use it on anything but me
Watch how interesting I will react
Don't question why (love cause) I swear that I am so over that
My psychotic vengeance is on a killing spree
My neurotic tengence is just about to set me free
I think of of little excuses of how I can get to you
I conjure up things that are abusive and how i'll be doing them to you
"I would try things sometimes. I hate my life. Before I went out and did horrible things, I got a tatoo with his name in a heart. After I tried cutting it out of my skin and all the horrid things I had done to my ex, they locked me up in a mental ward. Saying that I needed professional help. They just didn't understand what was going on, how I thought I loved my boyfriend. I still have that tatoo too. They wouldn't remove it."
God I hate my new tatoo
"Well, wow. That's something Isabel."
"Something funny."
Kathleen looked up at Isabel.
"Why would you say that?"
"Because, I let a man get under my skin and lay his ugly eggs. Not all men are evil. Only the normal ones. The ones that are said to be normal, but we all know they aren't. WE being the ones whose lives they ruin. How many girls do you think he put in a mental ward? Excluding me."
Kathleen only shook her head.
"He put in a few, even before me. I just didn't want to believe it. And like I said. He was the perfect boyfriend."
Kathleen could only nod, and then she sighed.
"But Isabel, that's only half the story. I need Max's half."
"Well, ask Max. I wasn't really to consious to those around me at the time."
Kathleen turned and looked at Max.
"You gonna tell us why your here?"
"Why not, the reason is my sister after all."
"I mean the whole reason."
"Sure."
"Thank you."
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