Mary's Hell

A girl sits alone, fearing for her own life. Her legs all scratched up. Some stricken to the bone. Bleeding to the bone, is what she wants but Mary doesn't know how to get to that part sometimes. She loves to feel pain in any shape and form. But when her boyfriend leaves to even go outside to his car to get something, she flips her shit. Hitting him is her only option. Mary even sometimes ties him up to a chair and slaps this asshole silly. Just so that she can teach him the lesson to never leave him again. She hates having to do this, but if he doesn't learn the right way then the wrong way is best. As she turns her mind back to what is lying in front of her, she realizes it is time again to pop those pills. She hates sobering up. She grabs the counter with her right and left hand, quivering like a fucking pussy wussy that is about to get a bath, and trys to pull herself up. This requires wayyy too much energy and she hasn't a bone left that isn't injured to it's bitter end so she just plops back down. Usually this would make her wince, but she is too used to it to do so. So she just lays there looking at the empty containers in front of her and the empty bottles of scotch. She can't fucking believe that she is fastly sobering up and she hasn't a way to get to them. Her boyfriend would usually come after her and help her through this shit pain she always feels but he isn't there for the fucking thousandth time. I mean, fuck it, he has a brilliant fucking life and she has nothing for the 4th shitfaced year. When that asshole gets home maybe she could add to his pain and minus some pain on her. She could seduce him, make him think that they were going to fucking fuck like bunnies, and then screw him over. She did like that guy that she met in the mall the other day, maybe she could fuck him instead. She just loves her boyfriend sooo much but he doesn't seem to be there for her as much as he says he is. She felt this searing pain in her head, that was the headache of a loss of blood talking. She has never felt anything this strong before. Swaying back and forth on the floor, curling up into a ball, then whimpering is all that she knew right in that kind of situation. She wasn't ready to die, not yet. She knew she was the goddamn slum of the earth and that she existed only to be a torture pain slut for those that needed some shit fucks, but that was it. She knew her life was fucking ending. If only he would come home soon, one more fuck and that would end her happily. Oh well. One last blood soaked goodbye to the fucking godforsaken cruel world, and she passed dead on the floor. Let Mary's boyfriend clean up the bloody pieces. I mean, that is what he does best.