This is Me, Take It, Or Leave It

When It All Started

Characters
Mae ~ 13, Anxiety, self harmer, anorexic. Has an abusive father. Twin with Marie
Marie ~ 13, Anxiety, abusive father, Twin with Mae
Cody ~ 15, Brother.
Eli ~ 14, recovering self harmer.

It was just another March day. When I got home I immediately raced upstairs to my bedroom. I knew that my father would be home within minutes, and would be mad about something at work, and I'd have to be the victim.. again..

When I got there I flung my school bag onto the floor and fell onto my bed face first. I instantly start to cry, within seconds I had turned into a desperate sobbing mess.

I quickly pull my phone out of my pocket popping off its case and catching the two razors that fall out. This was my hiding place.

The bullies had gotten to me again..

I pull up my sleeve and position the blade in my hand. Slowly pulling the blade across my wrist. Repeating each thing that I was called today with each cut. "Worthless, Slut, Fat, Stupid, Coward, Bitch."

After several cuts I run to the bathroom and slid my arm under the sinks focet. My arm stings while water rushes over each cut. The sink soon running red.

Once they stop bleeding enough to bandage, I grab a towel and dry off my arm. I quickly grab bandages and put them on, and pulling down my sleeves. I leave the bathroom like nothing happened, and walk back into my bedroom. Drying my tears and slipping the blades back inside my phone case.

Just as I'm popping the case back on I hear my my dad open the door.

"Get me a goddamn beer, MAE" I hear him scream from the bottom of the stairs. I scramble down them and rush into the kitchen, flinging open the fridge and franticly searching for one. My eyes open widely when I don't see any.

"Shit" I muttered to myself. Terrified about how he would react to being out.

I carefully exit the kitchen staring down at my feet knowing what would soon come.

"Where is it!?!" He shouts.

"W-Were o-out" I say bracing myself.

"What!? I bought a 12 pack yesterday! How can we already be out?"

"I d-dont know.." I say almost in a whisper.

"Mae? Have you been sneaking them?" He says suspiciously.

"N-No I-I w-would n-never" My stutter getting worse by the word.

Suddenly I feel his hand slamming against my face. Leaving a red stinging hand print on the side of my face. I get pushed back wards into a wall, getting the wind knocked out of me. I sat their stunned trying desperetly trying to breath.

"What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?!" He says, with an evil smirk crawling across his face. He lands one solid kick into my side then walks into the kitchen.

As soon as he disappeared I stood I stood up and ran to my room in tears. I know that this happens a lot , so why does it still take me by surprise? I think to myself.

AN: Hey guys, this is my first story that I've written. So please tell me if I make mistakes. Thanks.