"Hello, world. I'm Sammie the Saviour here. Today, I wanted to talk about abuse." I looked down and sniffed. I looked back up and gave the camera a half smile. "I know it's hard. Trust me… I know very well it is. But it will get better. I believe it will. It might be hard now but it'll get better. Might not be very soon but it will later." I let out a shaky breath and sniffed. "Physical, mental, verbally or sexual. Tell someone. It's scary but telling others will help." I paused and felt my eyes tear up. I heard heavy footsteps coming closer to my door and sprang forward to get the camera and hide it. I kept it rolling and hid it under a book and blanket. I ran to my desk and opened my homework, grabbing a pencil and pretending to do work.
"S-Sa-Samantha! A-Are you d-doing yer homework?!" My mother, Kaitlyn Weaver, appeared in my doorway. I sniffed and nodded. "Y-Yes, mother." Mother nodded like a mad man and smirked a little. "G-Gurd. Y-You better g-get yer gr-grades up!" I sniffed and looked down at my geometry homework. I'm 19… I shouldn't be doing homework that was assigned by my father… I looked up at mother and sniffed. "W-What's my grades again?" She looked at me with a stink eye. "Y-You should k-know yer damn grades, useless piece of shit!" I flinched a little and shivers were sent down my spine. "Y-Yes, mother…" Fuck… My Survivours are gonna be seeing this… I sniffed and let mother walk away.
I got up from my desk after her footsteps faded further away. I went to get my camera and placed it back on my desk, facing the lens towards myself. "I'm so sorry you had to see that… I don't know if I'm gonna edit that out or anything…. I most likely will. I'm gonna end this vlog here and record when I can. Like I said, please tell someone. Even me. The comment's are always open, please feel free to leave comments on this video and help each other out. Enjoy life while you can. Bye, my Survivours!" I high fived the camera and turned it off.