My mother passed away, that's when I started cutting myself, making myself bleed real bad. I can't stop remembering all the good times we had, everytime I felt bad she would comfort me and make me smile again. But sadly I've lost her, I've lost the only person that cared about me, the only person that stood with me in every problem i've been in.
My dad is a drunk edgy person who always yells at me and beats me up after our loss, and I'm with him everyday.

I always wished that he would just leave me alone, atleast it's better than staying with him.
The hurt he gives me never heals, he just beats me up more and more...

And then it came to me, runaway... that was the only way out of this horrible nightmare, but where??? Who am I going to live with?? Where can I get money???
But I did nothing, I just sat in my room thinking about how to get out of this fucking house.

One night I went out to get some bread for dinner and when I came home, the door was already open and saw beer bottles, bloody clothes and broken glass on the ground.
"What the hell did he do??" I thought to myself, then I heard a woman's scream coming from his bedroom, that really terrified me.
So I tip-toed to his room trying not to make a sound, I peaked through the door and I saw him raping an innocent looking woman, I was petrified and my body was shaking, "Damn it, move" in my head, I was paralyzed from that sight.
After a couple of minutes-that seemed like to hours- My body finally moved, so I tryed to call the cops but he heard my voice, he ran in my direction with his pants around his waist "what are you doing???" He yelled. I just stood infront of him trembling in fear "Who are you calling???" then he punched me in the face ...

-To Be Continued !!

Tara I wrote this because I am really bored