I regret nothing

A Story by baby butter

a daughter's answer to her father who comes to visit her in the hospital after she tried to suicide

Oh, so now you call me crazy? you think i need help? you believe that i am not normal? you pity me and call me a sinner? well, let's just take a moment to let this sink in.

so tell me now, who was crazy when you went on to abuse me? who needed help when you couldn't resolve your past conflicts and instead tortured me? who was not normal when he paced the house all night long breaking any object that came in his way? who was the real sinner? the one who abused and tortured his own daughter or the one who suffered at the hands of her own father?

yes, i cut myself and tried to take away my life but i regret nothing. these scars on my arm are just a mere reminder. each one has its own story to tell, not of me but of you. each one associated with a different event yet leading back to the same cause; you. you have ripped me apart emotionally and made me lead a life in misery but congratulations because all that has now made a monster of me.