The crazy old bird was cold. So, so cold. She was lying in a rapidly growing puddle of blood : blood which flowed from within her own broken heart. The source of the crimson liquid was her left arm, which had numerous gashes criss-crossing the pale flesh. The most notable of these was a word, carved into her flesh with murderous intent. The word was - USELESS. She chose this word, as it fitted her opinions of herself perfectly.
Her mother hated her with a fiery passion. Everything about her seemed to fuel the cruel lady's hatred, from the fact that her daughter was a "lazy bloater" in her words to more trivial things, like the fact that she was delusional, or hated eating healthy food as a child.
Over the years, the aging lady's hatred got to the young girl, and she ended up feeling the same hatred for herself. This hatred built and built, until it culminated in the suicide that we have now witnessed. Before I document this "lady's" (and I say lady in the loosest possible sense) death any further, I would like you to know a bit more about her. Other than the fact that she were depressed and her mother was physically and sexually abusive, which you already knew anyway, the old birds name was Thrill Kill. But if you call her anything other than Sugar, and didn't follow along with her psychopathic delusions, she WILL skin you alive with her $2 flea market knives...or at least threaten to over the internet.
Sugar was 40 years old and still lived with her mother and daughter, (the latter conceived to a guy who had lost a dare), in a run down stinking trailer, in the outskirts of Melbourne, Australia. Sugar had an awesome internet lover (TPG) He meant the world to her but ultimately, even he could not save her from herself, or the cruel words and deeds of her internet trolls.
Sugar's mother layed the foundations for her death but ultimately the trolls reinforced what she already believed her mother had ingrained into her all those years ago when growing up. Due to the abuse the young sugar suffered, She had imaginary friends from the age of 3. This overactive imagination fed the belief she was a psychopath to hide the fact that she was just another worthless victim to a poverty stricken, trailer park family. Sugar idealized psychopaths, with their stunted emotional development. She wished that she could have a piece of that and eat it too (pun intended) to block out the psychological agony of her mothers and fathers abuse and her daughters hatred for her mom. Life would be so better being numb but being so useless at even lying, she could not convince herself even after years of trying and blagging on numerous internet forums. Her mother and daughter tried to convince Sugar that they cared about her, and even though they could be telling the truth, a little niggling voice inside her head keeps convincing her that they are lying. Being an awful liar herself, she knew the signs. And how could her daughter really love her when only last month she had started with the same abuse on her that she had received all those years ago by her mother.
Sugar's life was slipping away, and she knew it. She could tell she was on her last legs : her breaths were getting shallower and she was having to fight to keep her eyelids open, as they got heavier and heavier. A smile lit up her facial features : her first genuine smile in over 39 miserable years! A single teardrop trickled down her cheek. A tear of joy. She was finally at peace.
Soon, Sugar started losing the fight to keep her eyes open, and everything faded to black.................. There was a small funeral , only attended by her few close relatives - including TPG who she lived with- in addition to her brother and father. The latter of the two having been out of touch with the family for years due to the fact that Sugar's mother wanted to keep him out of their lives because she was jealous that he preferred the sexual abuse of his daughter over the intimacy of a normal adult relationship. The service took place in a small local church, before the casket containing Sugar's body was laid to rest in her eternal slumber, six feet underground.
The words on her tombstone read;
Internet Loser and Failure in Life
Loved By No One
USELESS