you make me happy | l.h

chapter 1

I just heard the door slam, that usually cues that he is home. By he I mean my asshole of a "boyfriend" Tyson. He is probably drunk again, he comes home drunk every night, you get used to it after a while.

You also get used to the beatings, the depression, the constant puking, and never knowing if you could make it another night. I know you're thinking "Why haven't you left him yet or called the police, or even told anyone?" It's because its not that easy, you can't just come out and say it, you're scared to death of what he will do if he finds out you told someone. But who could you tell when you actually have no one in your life to tell whats happening to you. To tell whats been happening to you for 3 years.

When I hear him come up the stairs I run to the bath room and get him some Advil, then I go to the kitchen and get him a cup of water and I bring that to him knowing he is already in bed. As I enter the front of the bed room I can already hear his snores so I put the Advil and water on the bed side table.

Once again you are probably wondering "If he beats you why are you helping him?" Well it's because if you help him he won't hurt you as bad.

After I leave the room knowing he is asleep I go downstairs and pull my bag out from under cupboard, then I go to the front door and slowing open it making sure to not make to much noise, when the door is open I slip out and head down the street to the bus stop. I'm finally getting out of here!

I hate myself for not leaving before. I hate everything about me, back when I used to have friends and people that actually cared for me, they were concerned for my health so they brought me to a hospital. The doctor told me I was diagnosed with depression and I was bulimic. Great huh? But put that aside, I have to remember to not talk to very many people and to not tell anyone anything if I want to keep my self alive.

When I get on the bus I go to an empty sit and start to look through my bag to make sure I have everything. Even if I didn't have everything there is no way I'm risking going back there.

I see my clothes, phone and charger, tooth brush, hair things, makeup, pills, blades, wraps(bandaids) and money that I have been saving up forever. Basically everything I need to keep myself alive and safe.

This bus is going to LA, I'm in Orlando right now so I figured I could actually sleep for a bit. As I am thinking of what I am going to do when I actually get to LA I feel my eyes start to get heavier, and heavier until they just shut completely and I feel my self doze off into a slumber. When I wake up I will be in LA, away from Tyson and safe.

sorry this was short, I won't be able to update for a while but leave some comments telling me if you like the story so far, even though its the first chapter. :)