A Scarred Past

Things have gotten so bad, dad beats us on a daily basis, he hits mom, and whips us to work faster. He's become a monster that has authority and we have nobody to tell, Grandma Pinkie died and so did aunt Pie. I'm so depressed that I have started cutting myself to feel better. Maud caught me once and begged me not to do it again, I just said I would but didn't stop.

Death seems so inviting and easy, and celestial be damned It would be a "hell" (get it) of a lot better than this place but I don't have the guts too. Diner time has come and I had to take the seat right next to my father, you could smell the alcohol off of him. He said how worthless we all are and slapped me. I was so angry I wanted to kill him so I put my hands I'm my pockets so he wouldn't see me make fists, that was when I realized that I had the knife in my pocket from earlier before I was interrupted by diner time.

I took out the knife and stabbed him in the chest while he was least suspecting. Oh how he choked and the look of shock in his eyes so awake he almost looked sober. I looked in a sense of pride and horror of what I had done. My family stared at me in shock, no one said a word. That's when I got up and ran, ran away from my father, my family, from hell.

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TWO CHAPTERS IN A DAY WITH WRITERS BLOCK I'M ON A ROLL.