My life, my pain

Part 2, 30 days before

Samantha's POV

Walking silently down a alley way isn't the safest of places, but my sister has a tight hold on me, so I know I'm safe.

"Amber?" I asked quietly

"Yeah babygirl" she answered sweetly.

I'm going to do it, I'm finally going to ask her the question.

"What happened to mum?" I spoke softly. And immediately my sister tensed up.
"You don't need to know" he answered me, a cold tone filled her voice as tears welled up in my eyes again.
"Amber?" I asked again
"What Sam" she sneered.

"Sorry for asking" I whispered and bowed my head. She looked at me and spoke softly.
"Not your fault baby girl, I love you and that's why u won't ever know"

I nodded and the rest of the long trip home was slient. Amber doesn't like talking, she'll only talk when she needs to, which isn't a lot. Even with a bruise on her eye, she is still a lot prettier than me. Why did she have to be the pretty one?

We got home and my father was waiting at the door.
"Amber, where did you go?" My father said, looking suspiciously at her, she's in a lot of trouble....

" I..wwent.....tto....sccchool...dadd" she muttered, scared out of her mind.
"Don't call me dad, u call me sir" my father bellowed and hit amber, she stumbled into the house and fell onto the tiles.
"Amber!" I scream and run in after her. Blood dripping from her head as she layed unconscious on the floor. Panic filled me as a stood up, rage filled over my panic as I slapped my father.
"Get out!" I screamed as he slapped me.
"Leave my house Samantha, and don't come back" he lowly spoke as I stood there, hands on my hips.
"It's my house, you can leave Matthew" I spoke coldly as he grabbed me by the hair, I screamed in pain as he dragged me upstairs and into my room.
"Stay here and don't come out" he yelled and slammed the door. I locked it behind him and I fell to the floor, tears filled my eyes as I cry. I need a release, and I need it now. I stood up, listening to the voices in my head.

*cutting warning*

I ran to my bed, grabbed the blade hiding underneath as I counted down, And sliced my wrist. Watching the blood drip down I did it again, and again, and again. Until I was too tired to continue.
I grabbed my blood towel and placed it softly on my wrist, the towel soaking up the blood

*cutting scene over*

Laying on my bed, I started thinking. And realised that my sister was downstairs, I could hear my dad snoring so I run downstairs and there is a trail of blood going out the door. I run out to see my sister, lying on the veranda. Looking so pale and close to death. I called the ambulance as they try to calm me down. I kept screaming at them saying to get their asses here.

They got to our home and dragged Amber away, I don't think it was just the crack in her head that did that. She had bruises, and everything. My dad didn't do some of those and I will find out who did this.

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