Hate + Hate = Revenge

I sit in my room wondering when will it end, the yelling is getting so loud now I have to cover my ears. My mum and her new boyfriend are fighting, probably over something like washing the dishes, or make the bed. It's hard to Think that this is her third boyfriend this month. It's hard because in the end they all leave, it's also hard because after every break up my mum goes to the bar to look for another.

My door slowly creeks open, I jump at first but I see this little pale face stick it head between to door and it frame. "Danny" I whisper

"are you ok" i say in a worried voice

"yeah I just can't sleep, can-n I ple-ease sleep in hear?" he says In a begging tone

"yes but you do not make a sound or you can sleep on the floor" I say opening my arms. He walks into my room shutting to door quick but quietly, he softly jumps up on my bed and gets under the covers with me. Mum is still yelling at david, and suddenly its over as I hear him slam the front door and make his way to his motorcycle.

Danny is my seven year old brother, I live with him and my mum, my dad died when I was nine that was eight years ago. My mum sort of lost it after he died an started dating bad guys. Danny is only my half brother but that dose not matter to me. I'm sixteen turning seventeen in a month, I go to wintworth high school. When I'm older I want to be a hairdresser like my favorite aunty, Carol. My mum owns the local pub, I work there after school in the kitchen and cook. My mum and i don't have the best relationship, it been a while since we have talked, just her and me. I try not to let it bother me though, I hate my school I get surverly bulled, I don't really know why. I think people just generally don't like my face, I don't have any real friend just people that say hi to me every now and then. I sit by myself at lunch and recess, and read I love to read and get my mind off of things.

Last year I tried to kill myself, my mums boyfriend at the time would hit me, my mum didn't care. I told her that he watched me get undressed once and she shrugged it of saying "men are men and that's just how they are".

That day I sat in the bath and slit my wrist it, it felt cold for a second and started to bleed heavily. It started to sting and throb, I realized what a bad Idea it was when I started thinking about Danny and how he depended on me. By that point my blood was tinting the bath water pinky red, I got out of the bath to quickly and slipped. I felt dizzy and sick like someone had punched me in the stomach. I slowly dragged myself to my feet holding on to the sides of the bath. My head ached, I got out of the bathroom and went straight to my room, I herd noises from mums room and ignored it. I wrapped a tea towel around my wrist hoping to stop the bleeding, I got dressed but by the time I got my top on the tea towel was soaked. My eyelids felt heavy and I felt cold and weak, I heard a faint knock at my door but it felt miles away. I attempted to walk toward to door but didn't make it in time, it was as if I had just fell asleep. I didn't feel myself fall on the floor, I didn't hear the door open or close. I woke up the next day, I was in a hospital my mum sitting in the corner of the room and my brother on the floor. My mums first words to me were,

"what the hell were you thinking Anna?"she said in a soft hateful voice

I laid there paralyzed by her words, I didn't know what to say, every thing I said in my head seemed wrong so I laid there. A doctor came in breaking the awkward silence,

"Annie Gertch, how are you feeling?" the doctor said

"ummm fine, I guess" I was scard at his voice it sounded judgmental and plain.

"how did the injury occur?" he said

"I-I ummmmm cut myself" I said nervously

"was it on purpose?" he said looking like he knew the answer