Hey! Here's my new story, please review! Italics is the diary Austin keeps.
Austin's P.O.V
I know keeping a diary is girly, but I can't hold all this up in my head. He was fine up until a couple of weeks ago. Since mum 'died.' Before that, he loved me so much. It's just been getting worse – it was verbal, now physical. I can't tell anybody. I'm Austin Moon. If anyone finds out, it'll make headline news.
Let me tell you a bit about myself. I'm Austin Monica Moon, better known as the overnight internet sensation! I'm fifteen. I have an older sister, Andrea. She doesn't know about the beatings. She doesn't get beaten – dad thinks that everything was going well for ten years, before I came along. He couldn't do anything before because mum loved me more than anything.
Mum wanted another child desperately – a boy, in fact. It was her dream to have a boy and a girl, and watch them both grow up. But, she thought that she could never get pregnant ever again. So, the news that I was on the way was a massive shock. She was really happy. Then, dad began to get jealous of all the attention I was getting. Mum did absolutely everything for me, and even trained Andrea up just in case anything happened to her. Well she wasn't expecting her to be killed by the man she loved. Yes, dad killed mum, and made it look like he was innocent. I saw the whole thing. It was depressing. Then, because of a creaky floorboard, dad saw me. He then began beating me so that I don't tell anyone. I can't even tell my best friend and girlfriend, Ally Dawson. She really knows how to cheer a guy up, by the way.
''AUSTIN!'' I heard my dad yell.
''Coming!'' I ran down the stairs as fast as I can. There he was, holding a stick.
''Time for your medicine.'' He laughed evilly. Then, it began. He beat me black and blue. I couldn't scream, or cry. I've learned to hide my emotions. This time, it was worse. He twisted my right ankle so that I couldn't walk properly. My back was killing me and my left wrist was bleeding. Then, I realised that he used a knife. ''I'll use the knife again. Bye bye, Austin Monica Moon.''
I limped up to my bedroom and closed the door. Grabbing a razor, I began to cut my left wrist. Deeper and deeper I went. It felt good. I began feeling faint. Then, with a thud, I blacked out...
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