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It get worst each time. I can't even escape the pain it just hurts way too much. I've become so depressed yet my mother hasn't noticed. I don't even thing she cares. So I just take it in my own hands. I go into my mothers make up cabinet and find her eyebrow blade. I go in the bathroom and lock the door behind me. Without hesitation I start to scratch away at my own skin. Its painful at first but I quickly get used to the pain. It isn't worst then what I deal with everyday. I make more marks then more then more. I don't hesitate I don't stop. I keep going watching the blood splat into my bathroom sink. The sensation alleviates me. I start to realize that I have to stop. I out the blade down and wash my arm. I feel burning but I can care less about the pain. After I'm done I leave the bathroom and walk into my room.

I lay on my bed not paying attention to the time fly. I fall asleep waking up with an immense pain on my arm. I go to the bathroom rinse my arm and go back into my room. All of a sudden the doors burst open and in comes David. He pulls the covers away and sees what I have done to my arm.
"What the hell is wrong with. Why would you do this to your own body."
"If this is what you want you wouldn't mind me making more marks on your body."
He gives me a grin and I start to shake uncontrollably. He grabs me by the shirt and start to pull down my pants. Next thing you know I feel him taking off my underwear. As I show bareness he touched me. I try to fight but he ties me down with his strong hands. He sticks his finger inside me and I start to scream in pain. Then he moves up and takes off my shirt. He sucks on my neck. I free my foot and kick him in his manhood. I run as fast I can to the bathroom. I lock the door, and he keeps pounding on the door. I can hear the front door open and realize that I'm in luck.
"WhT do you think your doing?"
I hear complete silence.
"All of a sudden I hear the screaming of my mother. I open the door to my father dragging her into their room. He locks the door and I hear my mother screaming. Hours later the door opens and my mother crawls out.
"Help me."
This is when I realize I am living with a monster.

Yamille- hey I'm sorry for not updating I have been busy. For all my viewers I hope your enjoying the book so far. Keep voting and give me some ideas.

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