The pain no one sees... ⊹ {𝘜𝘗𝘋𝘈𝘛𝘌 21/01} ⊹

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟭: 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗶𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗿𝘀

The worst kind of pain is the pain that nobody can see. It's the hurt you keep inside the cries you hold back, and the marks that don't show on your skin. My name is... well, you can just call me "E." I wish I could tell you my real name, but I can't. I'm too scared. Scared of many things, especially my parents.

At school, my life looks normal. I get good grades and smile when I need to, acting like everything is fine. But when I go home, it's a different story. Home is where the nightmare begins.

My dad is the monster in my life. He yells at me all the time. It's not just yelling, though. He hits me, too. It feels like he is trying to make me feel worthless, and sometimes I start to believe him.

I know I spend a lot of time on my phone and computer, and they always complain about it. But it's more than that. They don't trust me, especially my dad. He decided that I can't do my homework in my room anymore. Now, I have to sit in the living room so they can watch me like I'm a criminal. It makes me so angry. It feels like they are taking away my last bit of freedom.

Then there's my mom. She isn't like my dad, but she doesn't help me, either. She pretends everything is fine while the shouting happens. It makes me feel even more alone.

The other day, my little brother was trying to see if I was doing my homework. I told him to go away. I wasn't being mean; I just wanted to be alone. But my dad heard me. He came in, yelling and calling me names. I was so angry that I shouted back at him. I usually don't do that because I'm scared. But I couldn't hold it in anymore.

"You're not my daughter," he yelled. "Go find another family to adopt you."

I froze. What kind of father says that to his child?

When he finally left, I was shaking. I cried until I couldn't cry anymore. I thought about running away. But then I thought about my future. Maybe when I turn 18, I can leave and go to another country, far from here, like I've always dreamed. That could be my escape. I just must survive until then.

So here I am, writing my story down, hoping that one day I'll be free...