I need to get away

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Hey guys new story, there will be strong topics and language so just be warned ( the topics include sh and suicide) anyway enjoy this story:D

Ever since my brother died my mother has favoured my little sister rose, she never physically abused me (unless she was drunk) but she has mentally, and emotionally. After a while I started to believe her, she would call me fat, ugly, a waste of space etc.
April 4th 8:42am
"RUTH GET YOUR LAZY ASS DOWN HERE"
Great just what I needed today, i quickly threw my hair in a messy bun and put on an oversized hoodie to hide my arms then I ran downstairs
"Yes, mother?"
"Don't call me that, I would never have a daughter as useless as you" she said walking closer to me
"What do you need then?" I asked
"Don't talk to me with that tone" after she said that she slapped me, this is just the start of something way bigger

My hand quickly grabbed my now stinging cheek
"Next time don't use that tone with me" she sneered kicking me in the stomach
I could tell she was drunk the smell of alcohol was slowly spreading through the house. I knew I had to get out of here so I went to the library, it was my safe place, the one place I could be me with no one to judge me. On my walk there I put on my headphones and started listening to music.
Now playing: fools gold - one direction

This is one of my favourite songs
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I looked at my phone
7:37pm

Shit moms going to kill me
I ran home as fast as I could, as soon as I opened the door the smell of alcohol came.
"WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU RUTH?!?"
"I- I was-" I got cut off by my mom slapping me across the face
"I don't car go to your room you useless fat pig"

I ran to my room tears stinging my eyes, I ran to my bathroom and grabbed my razor I was doing so well it had been three months but I couldn't do it anymore the urge was to strong, I pressed the cold metal to my skin

1 worthless

2 fat

3 ugly

4 useless

5 lazy

6...

I always add an extra one by the time I was done I had 12 new cuts, 6 on each Arm. I looked at the floor and saw my dark red blood drip on the marble floors...

AN
Hey sorry for the short chapter I'm planning on making them longer in the future :)

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