Ella

Plan

     It's always the same thing. Everytime. He always chooses me, out of everyone. 1 push when I was 3, became 4 bruises when I was 8, became 4 bloody noses, a concussion, a sprained wrist and ankle, and bruises all over my body at 14. It's just gotten worse since. I'm 17 now, and my brother is 22.
   
    He just keeps going every time, not caring if I'm ok. That wouldn't matter to him anyway. There's no amount of remorse in him. He just sees me doing anything and comes after me. He has never whipped me with his belt, though, but it's coming soon. I know it is.
    
     My mom doesn't care she watches it happen every time. She blames me for it all. And my dad couldn't care less. He's never home, so he doesn't see the majority of it all. He is just at work.
 
     I can't do it anymore. I got home from school, and he came after me again. I just was making some cookies. I didn't mean to bother him. I just wanted to use up the last of the sugar.  He walked up the stairs and came right towards me. I yelled for help, but who would have come? My mom? I think not. He backed me into a corner and shoved me to the ground. I knew that he was mad, but he just seemed furious today.
   
     I tried to run away to my room, but I knew it wouldn't work. He grabbed the back of my shirt and pulled me back again. I received a slap across my face. "You thought you could get away, didn't you?" Tears stained my face. He walked away, and I thought I was finally safe.

    Why would I jinx myself? Of course, I wasn't safe from him. He walked across the room and threw a glass cup at me. It hit my shoulder and broke on impact. My shoulder had 2 shards of glass in it. This was normal. We've gone through so many things of tableware. He didn't leave me alone after that.

     He kept going beating me. I was scared because my shoulder was fully bleeding, and if I didn't get the glass out, it wouldn't heal properly. Finally, it seemed like something clicked in him. Like he was actually hurting me.

     He finally left me. I had to sprint to my room to get to my supplies. I put rubbing alcohol on some paper towels and cleaned my shoulder up. It burned so much. I threw the glass in the garbage can. It almost seemed like he wasn't scared of hurting me anymore. Like that was how he was going to get better.

    I knew I couldn't say here anymore. I couldn't keep getting glass thrown at me and beaten up and harassed. I didn't want to leave everyone and everything I knew, though. I didn't want to leave my friends even though they were fake. I know they're fake, and even though my family doesn't love me, I still love them. I still don't want them to get hurt. They're my family who wouldn't love them?

     I can't stay here, though. I have to leave. How? How do I get out of here? It's easy enough to just leave, but where do I go? Stay in the city, or go to a new one? Do I find some family, or would they bring me back? Scratch that, of course, they would bring me back.

     I might just go to a random city, in a random state, far away from here. I'm thinking California, it's big enough that nobody could find me there. I could go to one of the more northern regions, so it's not burning hot all the time. But that would be hard. I'm in Massachusetts right now. I think I have a lot of money. I could be wrong.

    I'll try to hitchhike. No scratch that I'll take my car. I don't care what my parents say, I bought that car. They think it's theirs, but it's under my name. I'll take that. It's not in the best condition, but it'll do. I'm getting out of here in the next week. I can't stand it anymore. I'm done. They have scared their daughter off. When I'm not here to take care of everything, they'll see how hard it all is.
   
    Mom, Dad, and Jonas can and hopefully will feel regret for what they've done. It hurts me so much to do this, but if I don't, I'll be trapped here forever. I can't continue to get beaten.

    There's the plan, that's what I have to do. I need to get out fast. Within the next two weeks.

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It's so hard to start books.I'm so sorry if it's a bit cringy. I really tried not to make it be. I really am not good at writing about gore and stuff, so I'm sorry if it's bad. If you guys think this is bad, don't give up. It'll get better, I promise.

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