What a fucking winner, I thought to myself, I know I'm a fucking whore. I know I'm worthless. I don't need you to tell me, mom. I know I'm not worth your time. I guess I should just get out of your life. Or just get out of everyone's.

Honestly, I'm leaning towards that one.


Chapter 1.

I don't know what I'm doing here. This is a stupid idea. Maybe if I just close my door and stay in my room forever, not saying a word, there wouldn't be a reason to yell at me. Oh wait, yeah there would. She'd tell me I'm a lazy ass and need to get up and fucking clean something I didn't make a mess of.

"Leave me alone! I didn't fucking do anything." There. I said it. The worst two sentences I could probably ever say to my mom.

"Excuse me? What the fuck makes you think you can talk to me like that? You dumb ass little bitch." Just like school. She's no different than the bullies that ruled your life for all those years.

"I'm not a damn little kid. You can't bully me and make me cry anymore."

"I'd shut your mouth before I knock one of your teeth out, if I were you." Oh yeah?

"Do it. See what happens. I'm not afraid of you. I'll call the cops. I'll call Grandma. I'll leave. I'm not afraid anymore. Touch me once and you'll regret it for the rest of your life. Because this time, you can't come into my room and apologize like all you did was steal a cookie out of a damn jar. You'll try to get me back, and guess what. I. Won't. Go."

"You aren't the adult. Don't fucking talk to me like you are!" She took a step closer so she was a good 4 inches from my face, "And get that fucking smirk off your face before I take it off myself."

"Do it." Smack. I hold my breath and muffle the yelp I could feel in the back of my throat. I can feel my nose oozing with blood down my face onto my shirt. I wipe it, even though I know it won't do anything. "See, mother. I'm not you. I'm not putting up with an abusive SHIT mother. I'm not going to wait until I'm 20 fucking do anything about this." I pick up her phone from the table next to me and dial a 9 and a 1 before she says anything.

"Go ahead, call the fucking police. You can go live with your family that doesn't love you and treats you like shit, and then you'll be the one wanting to come back to me."

"They certainly love me and care more than you. Anyone does." I dial the last 1 finally and just as I was about to hit the send button she snatched it from my hand and pushed me back against the wall, hard enough to make my vision blur and make me stumble a bit. She's standing next to the stairs yelling something unintelligible and probably extremely repetitive. I realize that I fell down against the wall and I stand up slowly, clenching my fists, glaring at her from under my hair..

"What? You going to hit me?" Thanks for the invite. I run over and try to take the phone from her. She digs her nails into my hand and I see even more blood. I push her over and she falls down the stairs on her ass. I look down, see her phone, grab it and run. She's right behind me. I run into her room and lock the door, sitting in front of it so she doesn't kick it in. I dial 911 and press send.

"911 what's you emergency?" I hear over the yelling outside the door.

"My mom is trying to hurt me and I need help right now. Please."

"Okay, where are you located hun?"

"253 S Dexter St. Please hurry. I locked myself in a room but she's trying to-" She kicked the door and it landed on my head in the same place I hit when she pushed me. I yelled out in pain and dropped the phone next to my head.

"Ma'am?" I hear on the line. I couldn't reply because my mom took the phone from my hand and hung up.

She kicks the door off of me and kicks ME in the same movement, "You need to tell them that you were overreacting when they get here or I swear to God, you will regret it," she spits in my face.

"No." I say before losing consciousness.