Septemebr 7th 2006
My 16th birthday. The best day of my life, yet the worst. It was the day that I was born into the cruel world, and it was also the day that I spirtialy died. I remember this day very vividly actully. I had come home form school, and I was in a good mood for some reason. Maybe it had to due to the fact the Mark had to work overtime today, or that my mom wasnt home when I came home. I had gone up to my room, and I had a picture of my dad and I sitting on my stand next to my bed. To me I was celebrating my birthday with my father, even though he wasnt there. I had taken a match from downstairs, and bought a cupcake on my way, and found a candle. I lit the candle and sand 'Happy Birthday' to myself, adn right as I was about to blow out the candle, my bedroom door flew open, and Mark appeared. He stormed over to me, and ripped the cupcake out of my hand, and looked at em with an evil grin on his face. He picked up the picture of me and my father and started to burn it. I started to scream and cry, begging him to stop, but it wasnt any use. He kept burning it, and watching me cry and scream. My pleading was only fuel to his fire. After he was done, he threw everything on the floor and yelled at me. "Clean it up! You shouldnt have done this! this isnt your house to do what you want! Why are you do dysfunctional? Youre stupid! Stop doing this! Youre making everyone miserable. No one cares about you and you just making this difficult on us all.-" He kept going on and on about how im worthless, and irrelevent. How much better everyones life would be without me here. As he kept yelling at me, I felt a tear run down my cheek. I reached up and whiped it, and looked at my hand. I thought to myself, 'why am I crying again? He keeps doing this and he is showing no remorse as I continue to cry and cry, and nothing happens. Why do I care so much? He has done this so much to me that I should be used to it.' I looked up at him and shook my head. "Youre right" I nodded my head. "I am worthless and unwanted." I think I shocked him by my choice of words. Thats when I decided that I died. Spirituly speeking of course. at that point I had no more emotion, feelings, or barley any thoughts. I was numb, wich led me to the conclusion, that I was dead.
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