Love will save me

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I walk home with my sister after school dreading what I know is sure to happen. "You should tell somebody about mom." My sister tells me this all of the time, and she is telling me again now. "I can't. People don't care about girls like me. I deserve what happens to me. I'm surprised I'm not dead already." "Don't say that! You deserve to be here every bit as much as anyone else and the people who cannot see that are stupid and can't see how special and unique you are. You know what you need?" "Should I be scared?" I laughed. "No, of course not. I was going to say that you need love. You need to fall in love and for someone to love you. And not like me even though I do love you dearly. You need romantic love. Love is the key and you know what, I'm going to help you fall in love." "No Bethany! I'm fine, really. I don't need love." Ok that was a lie, but I can't have her doing this. "Too late. I'm doing it and there is nothing you can do." Ugh yup nothing's changing her mind. She can be so stubborn. When we get home I instantly get scared. You would think after years of torture you would get used to the pain, but in a way it only gets worse. It gets more brutal. Even though you know what's coming, you are surprised when it finally comes. When I walk in, I feel a powerful hand come across my face. It tears me down to the ground as I land with a thump. I feel kicks to my gut and I know my mom is drunk. "Get up you coward! Get up you bitch!" She yells in my face. "Go fucking clean my room! Then you can make dinner." I say ok and make my way to the bathroom. I clean it and go make dinner, knowing that I won't be able to eat and if I take a piece while cooking, I would get more beatings. Once I finish I get thrown down again. "Make the table and get our plates ready!" Ugh I just want to die. But I know I won't do it because of Bethany. I set the table and get their plates ready. Once they finish eating, I clean the plates. Then I am thrown around, hit, kicked and punched until it is pitch black out side. As my mom beats me, she says I'm worthless, a waste of space and so much more. Eventually I just stop listening and feel no more pain. At the end of the night I'm thrown into the basement. I go to the corner as I here the lock. I can't see anything, but I can still find my way around for how long I have been in the basement. I curl up on the hard, cold floor. I don't even feel like writing tonight. I get out my razor and press the cold, hard metal on my pale wrist. Dark Crimson seeps through my wrist as I make five other cuts. I slowly clean myself up and go to my bed space. I have no pillow or blanket. I only have the floor to comfort me into deep sleep each night. However, somehow that's enough because I quickly slip into a deep sleep.

A/N Hello loves! What do you think? It was a little longer than normal. Thanks for all of your support!