I woke up fairly early. I went downstairs. Dad was asleep on the couch. Alcohol bottles and cans were sprawled around the floor. The room smelt like cigarettes. Suddenly, I felt sick. I ran to the bathroom and threw up. I then heard noises from the sitting room. Dad was awake.
"Morning Dad," I fake smiled. "Don't give me that 'smile', bitch," he sneered. I lowered head. "Yeah, keep it down and get ready for school." "Yes Dad," I muttered. "And don't talk. Children are to be seen, not heard," he said.
I walked into the kitchen where my bag was dumped in the corner. I picked it up and went upstairs. I piled my books in and got dressed. I didn't bother making lunch. "Dad, have you seen my phone?" I asked. "Who you tryna call? You don't have any friends," Dad laughed. He help up my phone. "I'll be keeping hold of this."
I grabbed my back. Dad pushed me out the door. "Have a horrid day!" He called. I walked to Louise's house and knocked on the door. No answer. I groaned. As I walked down the street, guess who I was greeted by. Malcolm Fitch. He's a black belt in karate and he does MMA.
"Well, well, if it isn't smelly tomcat. Been fed too much, I think," he said, glancing at me. "Did you shower?" I heard a girl's voice say. Maggie. "Because it smells like someone died!" Sasha, her friend, pretended to throw up. Malcolm laughed as he kicked me in the stomach. I threw up with the impact of the kick. "Ewww!" Maggie and Sasha squealed. They ran off.
I walked to school. I went to my locker just to find a note saying; kill yourself :). I let a tear slip. I grabbed the books I needed and went to math class. It was boring. At lunch, Maggie came over to me. She pulled up my sleeve. "Emo alert! Emo alert!" She laughed. I quickly pulled down my sleeve and rushed out of the cafeteria.
After lunch, I had wood work. The teacher left the classroom so I continued to cut my wood. Sasha got everyone's attention. "Look at tomcat cutting her wood!" She called. I got my piece of wood cut. "But wood isn't the only thing she's good at cutting!" I wiped my eyes quickly, not allowing them to see my tears. Then some kid pointed at me and said "suicidal freak!"
School was a nightmare today. But it wasn't over. There was a big group of kids that I recognized from wood work. They started throwing stones at me and chanting "emo, emo, emo, emo!" I ran back to my house quickly.
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The house smelt of alcohol and weed. "Ugh, back so soon. Oh well, more time to hit you!" Dad exclaimed. He tugged at my arm and gave me a Chinese burn. I bit my teeth, not letting out the scream. He punched my stomach, causing me to throw up again.
Dad walked into the kitchen and returned with a knife. I gulped. "Relax!" Dad grinned. He pulled up my trouser leg and dragged the knife along my skin. He didn't cut deep. Just enough to make it bleed. "If you scream, I swear to God," he said through gritted teeth.
He then pulled me upstairs and locked me in my room. "Go cut yourself, or do whatever you do," Dad muttered as I heard the lock. I let the tears stream down my face. "I hate my life," I cried as I waited for tomorrow to come.
