ONE: New Life?

Finally this tomorrow I was moving in with Charlie. I was excited only because I could get away from stupid Phil. He started touching me when I was 15 and I started cutting months after. I used to wonder why people did it but I don't anymore it feels kind of…good. I cut myself about half a foot above my knee so people don't see in p.e. I hated Phil for starting I used to kind of like him he was alright a decent human. Now I didn't think of him as human I thought of him of him as some monster or beast I couldn't stop.

It happened pretty often mostly on the weekdays so Renee would be asleep. I wish I could say something but he threatened me every time. I sat on my bed pressing a blade from a box cutter to my lower thigh and cut. The blood came out in dots this time I licked to stop bleeding but the metal taste made me feel a little sick, I ended up putting a band-aid on to cover it so Phil wouldn't say anything. I lied on my bed with the lights of just staring at the ceiling.

Then I heard the door open and cringed at the thought of who I knew it was, Phil. Before I knew it he was on top of me. I made little noise now but somehow every time I would slip up and get punched in the stomach. I felt bad for my stomach I just waited for him to be satisfied, stop, and leave. I could then at least have a little bit of peace in my life. It seemed like it would never end it felt like hours and hours. I felt horrible he was terribly rough just so he could be sure it hurt no matter how used to it I was.

Then he was done but before he left did two things one which I was used to but the other caught me off guard.

"Tell anyone and I WILL kill your precious mom," he threatened. I wasn't planning on telling anyone anytime soon. The second was punched me in my face which caused everything to go black, but the last thing I heard was his evil laugh I hated. I was glad I was clumsy and had a good excuse for what happened to my face. Suddenly I awoke to my mom shaking me telling me we had to leave soon, thank God.

I slept through the plane and walked over to Charlie and we greeted each other. I was really happy now but it would probably soon fade. We got to his house and saw an old red pick-up.

"Whose truck is that?" I asked.

"Yours," he said smiling a little.

"Seriously, thank you dad I like it," I said. I was glad I wouldn't have to choose between walking or getting a ride in a cop car.

"Don't worry about it," he said and walked inside leaving me to examine my truck a little bit more. Then walked in and went to Charlie.

"Hey are you hungry?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said with eyes glued to the television. I went into the kitchen and cooked up something quick I found. I served him and I ate quickly and headed to my room to unpack. I was glad I wouldn't have to worry tonight. I unpacked quickly and headed to the bathroom to take a shower. The cuts on my legs burned a bit because of the hot water but not much. I went to my room and lied on my bed tired and quickly fell into a nightmare about Phil. I couldn't think about the things he did to me because I would just start to feel sick.

I awoke sweating cold and scared it was already time to start getting ready for school. I picked out some dark jeans and a plain long sleeve green shirt. I brushed my hair and let it just lay down limply. I hurried downstairs and grabbed a bowl, cereal, and milk. I ate slowly so I wouldn't be at school to soon and seem weird or something. I got to the new school and it looked decent, it was typical but I really didn't care much. I got out of my car and started walking towards the office to get my schedule. I got a new school and possibly a new life, which would be good enough for me what else could I ask for?