A week had passed. Living without Mom was hard. Living with an abusive, alcoholic father was hard. Living with bullies was hard. Living with self harm and suicidal thoughts was hard. I would cry everyday. Cut everyday. I felt like my life was falling apart. I began to cry into my pillow when I heard sounds from the basement. I decided to go check.
I went to turn on the basement light but it was already on. I shrugged and went down. There was dad, taking drugs...! "Dad!" I gasped. "What are you doing!" "What does it look like? Idiot!" He said. Tears began to form in my eyes. "Don't cry, my little devil. Do you wanna know why Mom really left?" He asked. I nodded. "Because I kicked her out!" He laughed. "Now let's have some fun."
"W-what do you mean...?" I gulped. "Strip for me," Dad demanded. I shook my head and took a step back. "I said strip for me!" He shouted. "You're not my dad!" I said. "You're not like this!" "Ok then. Let's do it the hard way!" He smiled. Dad tripped me up and tied me to a chair and began to take my clothes off. I screamed.
Dad began to rape me. Suddenly Jake ran down. "Dad! Stop!" He shouted. "Be quiet!" Dad said. "Jake help me!" I begged. Jake pulled out his phone but Dad took a knife from the floor and threw it. Jake screamed. The knife plunged into his heart. I burst into tears. "Look what you did!" I shouted. "I know," Dad laughed.
"Please stop Dad!" I pleaded. "No," he smirked. I realized there was no point trying to stop him. A while passed and Dad locked me in the basement with Jake's body. I sobbed quietly. The issue that happened reminded me of a song. I began to sing to Jake's dead body.
"The worlds on fire. All the stars disappear. No signs of life, without you here ohh. Tears will fall, oceans will rise, the earth will stop turning. Since you left, every breath feels like it's burning. I know that life will go on, I will survive, but for tonight I swear on my life, this is the end of the world..." I sang.
"I love you Jake," I cried. I found a cloth and covered his body with it. Hours passed and I was finally let out. "Dad... Can I please have some food?" I asked. "No. You're too fat," he replied. I was horrified. I ran upstairs and cried. I looked in the mirror. "Too fat... Too ugly... Too stupid. Slut. Loser. Loner. Fake. Emo. Weirdo. Fag..." I gave myself cuts all over my body. When I was done, I cried myself to sleep.
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Short chapter sorry :P I've got writers block :/
