Fault in the Stars

I dash to my room. No, no, no! Please don't let them find me. But they always do. I'm used to all this shit. My parents burst into my room. "Who should do it today, Darrid?" My mother slurred, clearly drunk. I shook in fear. "I think I will do it today. Leave the room, Savannah." He ordered. Whenever he says that, it means that he will either cut me or rape me. Please be cut. Please, please, please. He slams me against the wall and took off my shirt and bit my neck. I screamed in pain. Why does this happen to me? Then I remembered why. I had tears in my eyes. He slapped me on the back, which made me scream even more. He slammed me against another wall ripping off my sweatpants. He took out his whip and hit me, hard on the leg. I screamed in pain. He hit me in all the painful places I could think of. Or feel. "Moan you asshole." He yelled and wipped me again. I do as I say. But not moaning in pleasure, but in pain. "I'm done with you, faggot. Make us dinner." Thank fuck it's over. For now. I got up and pulled my shirt and sweatpants on. It stung walking, since the whipps. That was new that he whipped me. He would normally cut me or rape the fuck out of me. I sighed, walking back to the kitchen. I decided just to make sandwitches. I gave them their sandwiches and rushed to my room. I really don't eat. I probbally would get beat for that too. I closed the door and ran to my bathroom and locked it. I grabbed my blade and started cutting my wrist. "One for parents. Two for my secret. Three for living." I counted. I had enough and washed off the blade and my wrists. I turned off the water and my hand shook as I reached for the bandages.I bandaged my wrist as I put on my sweatshirt that I always have to wear. I crawled up to my bed and turned off the lights and drifted off to sleep.