I can't anymore... (dont read is sensitive to sa ect)

Same old, same old

tw: sa, abusive parents, panic attacks, etc

carters pov:

school ended. i can't do this again. i began walking to the death house as i called it. i took a few deep breaths, and i walked in the house quietly. i walk to my room and put my bag down, i sit on my bed and hug my knees, holding back tears.

my mum walks in, i look at her with tears in my eyes, i dont want to do this today...
"Get up. now."
i do as she says, and she pushed me over onto the bed, pinning me down. i hold back tears. she touches me in, let's just say inappropriate places,
"You never learn, do you. be normal. be a good child, and this won't happen."
she punches my eye, and a few tears drip. she punches my eye, nose, mouth, and inappropriate places. my dad walks in. my dad didn't do this to me, but he didn't stop my mum. he sometimes did when he was drunk, though..

i cry out in pain every punch,
"i..m sorry m..iss"
"THATS NOT GOOD ENOUGH YOU FUCKING SLAG" i get smacked in the face again, i can feel the warm blood trickle down my face. i dong cry as much as i used to. i got used to it, i guess. i hate it so much, though. i want it to stop. it never stops.

"UNDRESS LIKE THE BITCH YOU ARE" she screams so loudly, im in wo much pain i can't move.. i see blackness thats all i can remeber

i wake up on the bed, blood covering me, i was naked and coverd in bruises and cuts, a small knife was on the floor, i just led there. i needed help. this was too far now..

i grab my phone with struggle, i text jack.

at least my parents have left to get drunk now..

part 1 is done. will jack find out?👀

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