Chapter 4

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When I get home dad is not happy, ad vary vary intoxicated "where were you little bitch" he yells loudly "I was at the skatepark with the cousins" I say quietly, l flinch as he brings his hand back and slaps me in the side of the face.

I cry out in pain, "don't lie to me you little bitch you are fucking nothing" he yells violently and he kicks me in the hip. "I'm not lying to you" I yell back "don't talk back to me you ungrateful little brat" he kicks me when and harder.

I slide across the floor he throws his beer bottle at me and storms out of the house slamming the door, I start to cry gut reneging sobs come out of me mouth, peaces of broken glass liter my face.

I'm all alone know one to help me I am stuck here on the floor all alone, l slowly start to drag my self to the bathroom, I take a blade out from the cabinet.

I start to cut my rusts and arms I cut deep into my skin, I am bleeding a lot but all I can do is smile and laugh historically.

Then everything goes black.

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