Self Harm

Part 1

As I stare into the mirror and look at the broken girl in front of me I realize, I have no idea who I even am anymore. My hair is bland and flat, I have to much fat in my bones, and my eyes are dead. But then again that's what I wish I was.

I shoot straight up from my bed when I here the slam of the front door downstairs. Shit. I forgot to make him dinner! I rush down the stairs with the last hope to make at least something before he realizes and punishes me again. I don't think I can take it after how far he took it this morning. I run down the stairs two at a time trying to go as fast as I can. I run into the kitchen and start grabbing the easiest things I can to make something fast. I turn the burner on and grab a pan out of the cupboard and start filling it with water. My heart beat is slowing going back to normal as I realize I might be able to make it. But my hopes were once again crushed. I winced at the force that he used to shove me right into the counter top. Little did I know that this was the least of my worries right now.

He grabbed me by the neck and pinned me Inbetween him and the counter.
"I see that the slut decided that she was to good to actually put some effort and make me dinner. News flash bitch. Your worthless, just like your mother was."

Tears pricked at my eyes as he talked about my mom like that. I felt his hands trail up my thighs making me feel disgusting at even the thought of him doing that again. Not even a second after he stared touching me I felt him rip the back of my shirt open, causing a low squeal to come out of my mouth. I was picked up and thrown over his shoulder, rather roughly, feeling myself bounce with every step he takes. Next the I new my naked back being shoved into the counter.

I felt it before I actually realized what was happening. He was holding my bare back down on the stoves hot burner. I looked in at his face seeing a wicked smirk on his face, with a dominate look in his eyes as he saw me writhing underneath him. I could feel my skin burning, the blisters forming. I know I should have been used to this amount of pain, but I was still Foolish and cried out at the top of my lungs.

The back of his hand connected to the side of my face, leaving a lingering still that would surly bruise over for school tomorrow. Finally he let me off the burner where he dropped me. I whimpered when my still burning back came in contact with the cold linoleum. The breath was knocked out of me as a sharp kick to the ribs got me to stop zoning out.

"Don't let it ever happen again or this will feel like nothing bitch." He spit on me before he walked away muttering curses under his breath about how useless I was.

I gripped the counter beside me as I slowly pulled myself up. I looked out the kitchen window to see my neighbor, with a horrified look on his face as he fumbled with his phone, undoubtably trying to call the police after what he just saw.

Little did he know that was wasn't even close to how truly fucked up this whole thing really us. Well.....welcome to my hell on earth.