I got to sleep hearing yelling and sometimes glass breaking. My parents fight almost everyday. They don't care if I hear or how it makes me feel.
I'm Leah. I'm supposed to be called Leah Roslyn but it's too much to say.
My dad hurts my mom because she isn't perfect which leads to me cutting my arms. I have 'L' and 'H' on my arms. I feel no pain. My dad hurts me once in a while but he really only hurts my mom.
I love my mom and I hate seeing her get hurt.
Chapter1: The Beginning.
My parents are arguing over stupid stuff while I'm in my room.
My dad walked in and knocked me on the floor. Tears were streaming down my face.
"Oh, quit crying. You're such a baby. Why don't you just leave and not come back?"
"John, leave her alone!" My mom said.
My dad turned around and slapped her in the face, knocking her over.
"Stop!" I screamed.
He turned around to face me and slapped me in the face. "Shut up!"
He kicked me in the side and left. I cried harder.
Then I hear a police siren outside our front door.
A man walks in and grabs my arm, walking me outside, putting me in one of the cop cars.
I haven't said anything. I close my eyes.
The door opens and someone takes my arm again. I open my eyes as someone walks me into a white building.
The walls inside are white and people are walking around, some holding nurses' hands.
They take me into a small room with two chairs. A lady walks in sitting in one while the cop sets me in the other. He leaves.
"Can you tell me your name?" She asks. I don't answer her. "We promise we won't hurt you."
I take a deep, shaky breath. If I don't tell them now, I'd have to say it later. "Leah." I say quietly but loud enough that she can hear me.
"Good. Would you tell me about your parents?"
I nodded, looking up at her. I told her about my parents fighting and I put my arm on the table at the end.
I lifted up my sleeve and showed her all the cuts. She gasped but it wasn't loud.
"Why do you do this?"
"I don't like seeing my mom being hurt. I love my mom. I guess I do this to forget about my parents fighting."
"When did you start?"
"I started a few months ago; when I got my braces. My dad was mad at my mom for wasting money on me instead of giving him money to buy beer."
She wrote something down. "Leah, you'll be staying here until everything with your parents gets better."
"Okay. Can you tell me how my mom is every few days?"
"Yes. We'll tell her how you're doing."
"Thank you."