Gone beyond repair

Dont ask me

Hi. Let me introduce myself. My name is Alexander. But please, call me Alec. I can't stand that name. Mainly because my dad gave it to me and I hate my dad. But not as much as he hates me. Why? Don't ask me. One day he just walked into my room and threw an empty beer bottle at me. He yelled at me about how everything wrong in this world is my fault. But you get the idea abusive father. My mom died when I was 8 I'm 13 now. My two sisters want nothing to do with my dad which means I never get to see them. Anyways back to present times. So I was in my room after my dad had just slapped me. I heard footsteps coming up the stairs and I freaked out. My dad burst through the door and held a gun to his head. "Is this what you want" he yelled. I was scared. I didn't do anything wrong. He noticed I was crying and started laughing. He opened my window and shot the gun and killed a bird neighbors called the cops and when my dad heard the sirens he told to say that it was my fault and that I was playing with the gun or next thing that would be shot was me.