"Come back here you stupid slut", I hear my fathers drunken screams close behind me as I continue to run. My dad's an alcoholic, he has been since my mother committed suicide two years ago. I feel a cold, strong hand on my neck with a tightening grip as I get pulled to the ground. I look up to see the man I used to call my dad, my inspiration, my favorite person in the world. He looks at me with a glare of pure disgust and hatred as he kicks me forcefully seven or eight times in the ribs and I soon black out.I wake up on the familiar bone chilling, cold tile floors of my kitchen. I blink several times before my vision becomes clear. Once my vision is totally and completely clear I immediately wish it wasn't the sight in front of me is the one thing I don't think I can handle. My little sister, Ryan, her body lays limp, almost lifeless looking, across the room blood pooling around her head. I run to her and scoop her in my arms as I run down the dark front steps of this hell that used to be my heaven. I place my little sister in the passenger seat of my fathers green pick up truck and soon jump into the driver seat before speeding off to the hospital. As I turn down the street leading away from our house I see my father stomp out of the house yelling after us but I just simply turn my attention back to the road. Right as i look away from my father I hear a loud honking noise and then all I feel is pain and I see a flash of light as the sound of metal screeching and screams of terror fill the air. I realize I can't move and as thoughts swarm my head It is getting harder to breath and soon I loose my vision and all I hear is panic as I let the darkness consume me.
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