sometimes you just have to let go

im new at this. this is my first story so im not that good

this story is about a girl who has a terrible life at home and unfortuantly takes her life because she cant take it anymore. her horrible step father doesnt care about anything anymore he just drinks all the time. and she gets all the consequences of it. follow her tragic story and feel what its like for her.. enjoy

unedited

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'CLEAN THAT MESS UP YOU LAZY COW' screamed my drunken step dad. Then he hit me across the face with the back of his hand. I let out a small wimper only i could hear otherwise if he could hear it he would hit me even more. I quickly dropped to the floor to clean up the broken beer bottle he dropped. I sweep it up with my hands hand throw it in the bin. I go to walk away, but he pulls me back and punches me across the face. I fall the the floor but hold in the tears that are threatening to spill. He kicks me and punches me more. Throughout the beating i never said a word or it would never end. He gave me one last hard kick in my stomach and walked away grumbling to himself. I pick myself up off the floor and limp towards my room slowly. Once i get to my room i close the door quietly and make my way to my bathroom. I stand and look at the mirror to see a broken, lonely, sad, and beaten up girl. I let a single tear roll down my cheek before i look away. I strip all my clothes off and have a nice hot, much needed shower. I stand under the hot spray for about twenty minutes then get out and slowy get dressed. After i picked something out to wear i walked downstairs to go and make dinner. My stepdad expects me to do everything like the shopping, making dinner, washing clothes, taking out the rubbish, all those kind of things. But also i have to go to school. Its a hard life for me.

As i reach the kitchen i see my stepdad has passed out on the couch. I very quietly make some dinner for him then leave it on the table. I have a little bit to eat while hes still passed out then head head to my room again. I got to my room and went straight to my desk to get out my drawings. Drawing is my way out of pain and expectations all the time. Right now im drawing a wolf howling to a full moon in the woods. Ive drawn heaps of other pictures but theres one that i love, its of my mum. She left us two years ago, she was scared of my stepdad and she got beaten up by him a lot so one day she just decided to leave, she just packed up and left.

So i drew my picture for about half an hour then decided to go to bed because i have to be up and early tomorrow, i have school.

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thanks for reading guys i should upload soon

-k xox