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"Wake up you whore!" I heard someone yell and then a sharp pain agents my cheek.
I opened my eyes to see objects moving by so fast I thought I was going to get sick.
I quickly turned away from the window and looked down at my I-pod some "Fall out boy" song was screaming in my ears.
I was in the back seat of this already small car on my from Montreal to La Push WA. In the back with my sister Mandy my mom was driving and he was sitting next to her.
I moved my hair out my face as I thought of how my life used to be when I was eight before my sister got leukemia, my dad died or my brother moved away to go to collage.
My sister Hannah and my brother josh were twins. I say were because Hannah died three years ago when she was seventeen.
Josh was now twenty and in a collage somewhere in Canada
he could not wait to get out of this hell hole not that I could blame him.
The last time I saw Josh he was very tall had brown hair and blue eyes like my Dad did. My Dad died when I was nine the stress was to much for him.
The only time I heard from Josh was from a phone call or a letter. Normally he would say how sorry he was for leaving me here with them. And he was the only one in my family not even me thought that it wasn't my fault that Hannah had died. He moved out when my slut of a mother began dating Michel and hitting me.
My sister Mandy was 17 we were twins but she was premature. She's a bitch when she reminds my of my pass and would normally be the one to start the kicking. She had long she had long red hair like Hannah used to, and brown eyes.
My moms name is Linda she had red hair and brown eyes like most of the girls in my family.
Then their was Michel my step-dad.
He was the worst. Sure mom and Mandy hit me but what he did was so much worse.
I flinched remembering the first time he came into my room.
He had short blond hair and blue eyes he was a lawyer trying to keep up the responsible father bullshit.
I knew my mother and sister wanted me dead I couldn't blame them I just wish that my mom would just kick me until I was unconscious instead of leaving my here with him. She had no idea of what he did to me when she wasn't around. Even though my mom did want me dead I still don't think she would like idea of him raping me.
Then theirs me my name is Taylor Williams I have long brown hair which I'm not allowed to cut I also had a small blue streak which fell along my eyes. I had the same blue eyes that my dad and josh had the only difference was that mine had no life left in them. I was normal height and the only about my body was that I had curves in the right places but I was covered with bruises and scars.
I looked up when we were pulling into a driveway to a smaller house. I sighed I did not want to leave Montreal but at least I'd be to busy unpacking to get kicked to night or worse.
I got out of the car as everyone else was walking into the house with nothing in their arms code for bring in everything for the car if you want to live another day.
Surprisingly I never thought much for suicide even though I was only 16 but who knows I may do something good with my life. Ha ha ya right like I'd ever do something with my damn life I think the only reason I didn't already shoot myself is because I was to scared to die.
I sighed and began picking up the junk in the car.
In the end I only had to go back to the car about 4 or 5 times before everything was inside apart for my bag.
I walked into the house looking around it was bigger on the inside. It had three bedrooms two bathrooms a kitchen and a living room but it looked too bare I thought as I walked down the hall to the last room in the hall and opened the door and stepped in.
It was a small room with a large window at the back wall. My bed was next to it along with a side table and a lamp.
I quickly put my clothes away and hid my i-pod, sketch pad and pencils under my bed.
I always loved to draw and when I was younger I wanted to be an artist.
My sister Hannah used to be great at drawing before she died.
It was all my fault that she died.
When I was eight Hannah got sick. But I was not the most healthiest person when I was 4 I had a kidney failure and had to get one removed. So when she needed a donor and all the family had need to see if they had the right blood type. And of cores I was the only one with the same blood type so that's what happened I became a donor for Hannah and for 4 years every time she was in the hospital I was to. And everyone became to upset with Hannah that most people forgot about me and the only people that seemed to care for me was my Dad, Josh and Hannah. And everyone else began to push me away.
Then my dad died and everything had gone down hill from then.
When I was 12 Hannah needed a kidney transplant well you can see what happens next. I got scared told josh and after fighting with mom I didn't need to give up my kidney and Hannah had got one for another donor but the doctors had already told us that if the kidney was not from a family member their was a very good chance that Hannah not pull through.
And you see we never had much luck in our family.
I felt tears running down my face which brought me back. I slowly pulled back the sheets and laded back down falling asleep quickly.
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