You would think he would have killed me by now.
Rubbing my now bruised wrist, I make sure not to make any noises of pain and wake Dad up again. The whole house has to be spotless before we leave it according to Dad, so currently I'm cleaning up a disturbingly large bloodstain on our living room floor.
How do they have any blood left? Ick.
Having finished cleaning the house, and thankfully still hearing Dad's snoring I make quick work of picking up the remaining beer bottles on my way to my room. Today's the last night I have to be in this twisted house, and tomorrow we'll be flying across the country to a house Dad already had furnished. At least the lazy asshole can do something.
Another house to ruin.
I quickly strip out of my clothes and jump in the bathtub for a few minutes before bed.
*******
I watch as blood flows down my thigh onto the already red stained towel from the last time I did this. It stings as the blade slices through my clear skin and I flinch slightly, but keep going. Once there are six new perfectly straight lines on each of my thighs, I clean off the razor and put it back into my cupboard along with the towel, and lay down on my bed.
What have I done?
The last time I cut was supposed to be my last. And the one before that.
But the blade was just sitting there, mocking me, saying 'you're not strong enough to stop', and I gave in.
***********
Sorry to start out so hardcore. It's really not that bad. :)
YOU ARE READING
As I Fall
Teen FictionSkyler Anderson is a fighter. All she's ever known was the abuse from her dad and how to fight her own inner demons. Her father has ruined any chance of a future for her in her eyes, and she has never even had a friend to rely on. Her only escape is...
