My foster dad yells at me to come down stairs again, and I sigh. I obey his command, pulling on my braid nervously. He's sprawled out on the couch.
"Y-yes?"
He glares at me then stands up, dragging me into the kitchen. "I'm hungry, god damn. Can't you do something right at least once?"
He leaves me there while I cook him some eggs. They need to be perfect or he'll hurt me again. My arm is already bruising where he grabbed me. I'd have to hide the mark for school tomorrow.
I take him the plate and he glares at me one more time before starting to eat. I look at his receding salt-and-pepper hairline. I know why he is alcoholic but I wish that he wouldn't take it out on me. It's not my fault his wife left him. I went up to my room to paint. It had never been my strong suit but at least it got my mind off things.
But it didn't last long. I'm bored and decide to pick out my clothes for tomorrow. The clock reads 6:30 P.M. I decide to take a shower and then change into some warm Green pajamas, fretting over how much worse things could get.
Why me? Sure, I've done some bad things, but I'm pretty sure I don't deserve this... or maybe I do...
My parents are dead and it's all my fault.
I couldn't hold the tears back. I drag myself to the bathroom and swallow a pair of sleeping pills. It was early, but I was going to need them. Then I went into the cabinet under the sink and took out a razor.
"I deserve this," I whispered. Then I cut five long lines across my thigh. When I'm done, I wipe the blood off with cold water and crawl into bed. Within five minutes, I fall into a horrible nightmare again.
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