Drip. Red liquid gushes from my holds a jagged kitchen knife over me. "Don't tell anyone about this."She hisses as the searing, burning pain spreads across my wrist.I nod and she releases me, slamming my body against the wall. Then she leaves me in a crumpled ball a cigarette in mouth. The sweet odour infiltrates my nose and I move is she smoking? .Don't ask me. My step-mother moves into the garden and takes the putrid stench with her.

I stare at the bottle of pills on my bedside I take a pill.I want to sleep.I have to. ... He punches me and knocks my jaw hand snakes up my neck and clamps around my throat. I wheeze as black dots pinprick over my eyes. Gabe smiles his breath warming my cheek. What did I do to him? I close my eyes as the door slams and my step-dad moves out of the room. I glance at the box of white powder next to me. Inhale the smell. I want to sleep.I need to.