It drives me mad, his abuse, sometimes mental, just his curses and insults, most of the time physical, slamming me against the wall, but it's always the emotional abuse. I'm sick of his words, Of course he never listens, I'm just scum to him, a savage, a freak, a bitch. He threatens to kill me, so I can't even tell my brothers. I wish I was never born, maybe I wouldn't have to go through this, but he's right in the end, I'm just a worthless savage, and I shouldn't be alive. I can't stand the beatings, all my wounds I get from a fight, he instantly makes them hurt more. Punching my bruises even more, pouring vinegar into my open cuts, smirking as I scream in pain. My clone tried to help, but I pushed her away, but that girl's damn presistent. It's thanks to her, I'm still breathing Thanks to her, I'm free