my child

chapter1: full of torture

Harrys point of view
Im harry im six years old and lonely my mother hits me for some unknowen reason and my father just sits and laughs at it one day i was in my room watchin tv when my mother burst in and stormed over to me i looked at her "what the hell is this you little fucker hun " she yelled at me 'what is going on ' i thought to myself "whats are you talking about "i asked her "you know excatly what's im talking about "she said and slammed her fist in to my side i yelped in pain i layed on the floor in pain as she kicked my side i screamed in pain and as if it were a show my father came in my room and handed my mother a whip of some sort and leaned up aginst the wall laughing " hay use the whip " my father said as my mother beat me with her hand instead of the whip while folded it around her hand i got up and tried to run but my father caught me " where do you think your going you little fucker hun "he said when i didnt respond he slammed me on the floor and kicked me around a few times then they both looked at me i cryed she rasied her hand and brought the whip to my side and left laughing as i sobbed i had to get outta here i dont know where ill go i look up at the celing 'can life be better than well this wny better than this 'i thought i looked at the time 12:00am i think i got off the floor and grabbed my favorite bear i walked in the kitchen and grabbed a lot of dr peppers and ssomeof the stuff mummy and day next i walked back to my room and put the stuff in my backpack along with a toothbrush a flashlight a cellphone a extar supply of cholctate milk oh wait there is none so ill take water yuck i also grabbed a blanket and a pillow and climed out my window and left

so yea this is ma story i think i like best but itss so sad in this story i hope i didnt forget to metion harry suffers with asperges syndrome (something i suffer with❤ love yall