It hit me hard. His fist against my jaw. I fell to the floor, then attempted to get back up.
"You're worthless. Don't bother trying to get up. You can't do anything anymore. You're not my child, a child of mine would never be this weak. If you were mine you'd get up right now and fight back." His voice struck me more painfully then his left hook did to my jaw. I tried one last time to get up, but he kicked me right in the ribs. I couldn't stand it anymore, so I layed back down, gasping for air.
"Screw you..." I managed, then I finally blacked out.
While I was blacked out my mind still wandered. I dreamed of things that would never be true. I dreamed of having a family that loved me, a father that really cared, one that wouldn't beat the shit out of me in a drunken state. I dreamed out being popular, being one of the "normal kids". Not the emo girl everyone made fun of. I seen myself goofing around with other kids, being happy for once in my life. I pictured myself wearing short sleeved shirts. Imagining what it would be like to not have to hide all of my cuts and bruises. Imagining what it would feel like to be able to restrain myself from doing self harm daily.
At this point, I'd enjoyed being unconscious more than being active in the real world. Here I could be anything and do anything I wanted. I didn't have to worry about my drunken father or my bitchy mother. I didn't have to worry about my sisters stealing my things or kids at school picking on me, calling me emo behind my back. Here, everything was just...different. A good different, subtle.
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Dirty Little Secrets
Fiksi RemajaI'm not sure what the description of this story of mine should be, all I can say is that I can promise it will keep your interest. It will teach you and help you through hardships in life. Not everything in life is all that bad. Especially when you'...
