Red Lips, Black Bruises

Lots of people told me to call the police. Then I wouldn't have to deal with him anymore. I could be free, start a new life. But I couldn't do it. No matter how many bones were broken, cuts and bruises made, I wasn't going to do that to my dad.

My dad was the happiest guy I ever knew until my mom died 3 years ago. My dad became abusive, drinking all the time, smoking weed, the whole bit. He blamed it on me. Said my moms death was due to me, that I did something wrong and that's why she shot herself. Truth was, she had been suffering from depression and schizoprenia her entire life. Dad left on a business trip for 2 weeks, my mom hanging herself the first night he left.

It's been hard. Having to constantly cover up the bruises, blaming my headaches and broken bones on random things. I ended up anorexic due to be starved by my dad. My long black hair had to get cut since he once decided to set me on fire. I usually have to skip school. My friends have left me. All I have to do is wait 2 more years, then I can move out.

I can finally be free.