A Tragedy

Chapter 1

So I decided I'd write a story about my life up until present day. Just a warning, it is called a tragedy for a reason. If you are faint of heart do not read this. There are very vulgar parts. It is going to be in detail because I remember everything that way and this is one of my attempts to get over it and move on. This is all very real and this is MY story. Please don't take anything from this for your own story. I'd really appreciate it.
XOXO,
Dez

"How much of the incident do you remember?" I shifted uncomfortably."All of it" I said. She raised her eyebrows and wrote something down on her pad of paper. She looked up at me. "Can you tell me everything you remember? Or is it too soon?" She asked. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. "I can do it." I said, looking more at the floor than her. I heard her pen click. "Whenever your ready honey." She said. I closed my eyes. The memories suddenly flooded me and took over my head

I heard the door open. I pretended I was still asleep. Rough hands shook me awake. "Dessteny, get up please." I turned on my side to look at my dad. His eyes were red like he had been crying. I hopped out of bed and hugged him. "Good morning daddy!" I said happily, shooting him a wide smile. He smiled and picked me up. "That smile of yours, it makes me feel better everytime I see it." He said. I kissed him on the cheek and put my head on his shoulder. He carried me to the kitchen and opened the fridge. "What do you want baby girl?" He asked, moving things around so I could see everything. "Strawberry yogurt!" I said pointing. He picked it up and gave me a spoon and sat me at the counter. He made a bowl of cereal for himself. We ate in silence and when I was done threw my trash away and slipped my spoon into the sink. I ran to the couch and vaulted myself up onto it and got comfortable. My daddy turned on the cartoons and went to his room. He came back out and we watched tv together until we were both napping on the couches. I woke up to the sound of screaming. I sat up and listened. It was mommy and daddy. Mommy came home drunk again. Daddy isn't happy. I felt tears well up and overflow down my face. Suddenly the bedroom door opened. My dad stood there looking at me furiously. "Get up. NOW." he yelled. More tears fell down my face as I got up to meet my future doom.