For 2 weeks, I've been held captive. Holed up in my room. My parents will not let me out, not even to eat. Luckily, I have my own bathroom, or I'd be screwed, ROYALLY. During meals, one of my parent's bring my plate up to me, open my door a sliver, slip my plate & drink in, & do the same, a half hour later, taking the plate & cup out. My cell phone, my computer, both taken away. I'm allowed no contact with ANYONE until further notice as they say, & as they add, espeially HER. They insist that she manipulated me into 'thinking' I love her. No matter how much I tell them, cry to them, that there was no manipulation involved, they still refer to Anaiyah as either HER, or the NASTY MANIPULATIVE FREAK I cry, I sob because of they insults they toss about when it comes to Anaiyah, but they don't see my tears, they only see their selfish beliefs. I sit here, in my room day after day, dying more inside as I think of Anaiyah, & what she must be feeling. If I could only get inside her head, tell her how sorry I am, tell her how much I love her. I sit at my vanity staring at the reflection in the mirror, I grabbed my nail clippers, & began angrily with tears streaming down my face, to slice the upper side of my arms, without reservation, without a second thought. What would my parents think? I didn't care, If I couldn't have Anaiyah in my life, I didn't want to HAVE a life. I'd deal with it for as long as I could stand. But after that, who knows? If my parents couldn't stand having a lesbian daughter then, they'd have no daughter at all. 'There I thought, problem solved' I put my nail clippers down, & let a huge, creepy grin in the mirror. If my parents wouldn't accept me, then I would solve the issue my self, & if I'm dead, there IS no issue now is there?