The Lonely Girl

Chapter 1

Here is some background on me. I am 12, and in 7th grade. My grandmother has just died and my dad has started to abuse me, physical and verbal. When he got mad at me, he whipped my neck with a pencil. I still have the scar. My mom doesn't know. My depression/suicide starts. My family falls apart and starts to crumble. Has tried to commit suicide about a dozen times (starving, cutting, oxygen loss, etc.). That is me, and don't judge.

I walk in my house, and unfortunately, my dad is home and awake.

"How was school?" he asked as if he was drunk. Which, he had a beer in his hand, so I thought he was.

"Good" that was a lie. I was good at lying. My dad hit the empty bottle to my back. I flinched. Shards of green glass flew into my teal and white hoodie. They cut the scars on my back made by the knife I kept in my room. I'm used to the agonizing pain because he does this often.

"You bitch!" He shouts so loud I go temporarily deaf. The door slams and I snap back to reality. "You are so a disgrace to this fami-"

"What family!' I shouted. My throat shaking but not hurting. This was often the case with my dad. Shouting and yelling. "You have divorced mom and turned away Kyla and Josie!" They were my sisters I never met. He, my dad, turned them away. I was too young to run away with them. "Tell me my family!"

I ran to my room and locked the door. I took the bloody scissors that were on my desk and cut my stomach. I couldn't count the endless scars from his bottles to my scissor slashes. There had to be 2 dozen. I threw the scissors at the floor and look at the picture of my mom on my side table. The frame was splattered from all the bloodshed in this room.

I was tired of my life. After my grandmother died, my dad went crazy. I guess everyone else thought he was a psychopath and left him to raise Kyla, Josie, and me alone. My dad walked in my room.

"God!" He shouted "You have gotten yourself in so much trouble! You have destroyed everything!" then the violence starts. He slaps my across the face so many time I lost track after 10. Same as always, then the chocking and continuous kicking and dropping, He lets me go and leaves.