My Only Hope

Prologue

                       It's been a month since I left, and all I want to do is forget him. I want to forget the horrible things he's done to me, the beatings, the mental and verbal abuse just... everything. No matter what I've tried, I just fucking can't get the feeling of him off of my skin. I spent years with that asshole just letting him treat me like shit, letting him beat me, curse at me, tell me all of my flaws. After listening to all of the things that he'd say to me, I started to believe him. He used to say things like, "No one could ever love somebody as disgustingly fat as you," or, " Wow you're going to school without makeup on, that's awfully brave of you."

                            That man is my father, he's hated me ever since I was born, and I don't know why. He would always play the "happy fun dad," around my mom and older brother, Wyatte. Wyatte knew what he was doing, and never actually bought into his bullshit parade. Wyatte used to take care of me and clean me up after his "lessons." When my mom and Wyatte died two months ago, things started to get worse, there was no one to play happy family around. They died on their way to my first ever art gallery at school. Dad was going to come but he was told that he had to "stay late at work." There was a drunk driver, she was texting instead of paying attention to the road and hit my mom and Wyatte head on going at least 85 mph. There were no survivors from the accident. After my dad got called about the accident he raced to go get me, and we went to the hospital. The whole time we were crying. I remember the icy cold glare that he gave me, he whispered to me that it should have been me as we stood in front of their lifeless bodies. That night he started drinking nonstop. He completely blames me for the accident, saying that if I had never started drawing then they wouldn't have been going to my gallery in the first place. He's right if I'm being honest. It's all my fault and I hate myself for it everyday.

                             I haven't drawn since that day and I don't think I ever will again. All I do is sleep, go to school and listen to music. I just started my Sophomore year of highschool, I was moved out of my dads because my aunt, Stella, thought it would be healthier for me to get a fresh start away from everything. I'm from Waupaca, Wisconsin but I now live in Sydney, Australia with Stella. I have zero friends because I never talk to anyone or leave the house and besides that no one wants to talk to the weird american girl anyway. My name is Link Sweet and this is the story of how I found my hope.