Cece's POV
"OW"! I yelled. I fell onto the ground as my stepdad's hand collided with my right cheek. I grabbed it and felt it burning, a bruise would definitely be showing up there. It's not like I wasn't used to this. This is what happens mostly everyday, I do something "wrong", and then my parents beat me for it. As I looked up at my stepdad's disgusting face, a smile grew on it and he kicked me in my ribs. I yellped as I grabbed onto my ribcage and started to cough. I heard my mom's laughing in the background as they started to walk away. I started to stand up, and made my way to the bathroom in a rush hoping they wouldn't come back to finish what they started. I went in the bathroom and locked the door behind me. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and I was horrified by it. My dirty blonde hair was in a mess going in every direction, my cheek was forming a hideous purple bruise, and under my blue green eyes I had dark bags. "ugghh thats soo attractive" I said as I turned on the faucet and splashed sone water in my face. I dried my face and looked at myself again. What have i done to deserve this? Am i a mistake like my parents say i am everyday? For a long time I've been holding my feelings in. I wanted to be strong for myself, to show my mom and stepdad that they can't brake me but right now I needed to release it. I let the warm salty tears stream down my face as I started to sob. The main thing that would only feel better right now is Taking out my blade to cut. I know I should have never started to begin with, but i feel like its the only way to let out all my emotions. I cut a small line on my left wrist and saw blood trickling out. I hate myself for doing this because once you start cutting you get addicted to it like drugs. After about five minutes, I stopped crying and put my razor away and walked out of the bathroom to see my mom standing there with an evil smirk plastered on her face. She walked up to me, grabbed my shirt and spit in my face. "Go make yourself useful and buy us some things at the store if you want your sorry ass to keep living here" she said as she let go of my shirt and threw the list as me. I just nodded and grabbed the list and ran out of my house. I hated this. I can't stand it anymore. Is life really worth living
for if this is the only thing that's going to happen?
AUTHORS NOTE:
So this is my very first fanfict I have ever written and I'm dedicating this story to one of my strong friends cece :) love you girl and stay strong:))
