Asleep on the couch, I woke up to yelling.
"Get off my couch!" My dad yelled yanking me off the couch and throwing me to the floor.
"What's your problem!?" I yelled back, getting up off the floor and brushing myself off. "You're always drunk.. Ever since mom died."
He reacted terribly to what I said.
"What did you just say, DON'T YOU EVER TALK TO ME LIKE THAT!" , He screamed, attacking me, punching and slapping me.
I fell to the floor and he started kicking me.
"Don't you ever bring up the past!" , he yelled at me.
His face was red, he was pissed. He walked to his room and slammed the door.
I sat there on the cold floor, crying so hard it hurted, a million thoughts going through my head. I finally got up and went to my room, I grabbed my razor and began to cut my skin, the blood began to flow down my arm and I exhaled loudly. Then, I just sat there, motionless. I got up, went to the bathroom and washed up. Back in my room I saw my box of pills, I walked towards them and picked them up, I stared at the bottle but put them back down.
"I'm not ready." I whispered. "Not Yet.."
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Teen FictionHi, my name is Breonna. I'm 16 years old. I live in a home with my father, who abuses me. My mother died when I was six, that's when my dad started to drink.. I have no friends, I'm barely noticed. I was raped.. I've never told anyone. I cut myself...
