My Home Bully

Just to let you all know, my main character is called, Becky and she goes to Freeston High School in Yorkshire, England.

The pain was unbearable. Blood trickled down my face. Fists clashed to my skin to make bruises. Kicks where thrown at me to make me suffer. This is the story about my home bully, my bad relationship with my dad.

It all begun when my mother died in a car accident. Dad became very depressed and If I asked a question and the answer was no, I'd say please, please but dad and would get back handed round the face. I was 7 when my mother died. She died of a long term illness, cancer of the heart. I didn't really understand as I was only 7. I never really had a good childhood after my mothers death, because of my father of coarse. He never went for help for his violence. Nobody knew that he used to hit me. If I did the tiniest think I'd get some shoe or thrown to the floor, kicked and punched.

When I was 9, I started getting bullied for having bad bruises and scares. My teacher once asked me what had happened to my eye. I just said I fell over into a wall. I could tell by her face she knew I was lying and always kept me behind class to see if anything bad was going on at home and if I needed to talk to her I could. I was very shy and didn't like to share things, so I just shook my head and walked out

When I got to the age of 13, I began to like boy's and had a couple of little relationships and Dad wasn't happy with that at all. So when he found out I liked someone or was meeting someone, I used to get a beating for it. This is when I began to cut my arms. I used a blade from one of my old razors. I broke the razor and took out the blade, washed it and cut. The cut's where very deep and it only started off with a couple, but when I turned 14, altogether I had 67 cuts all over my body.

I'm now 15 and people have found out about my dad. Last night I was beaten up. Kicks where thrown to my stomach to make me be sick. Punches collided with my face to make bruises. He grabbed me by my top and through me across the room. Slapped me round the face. I secretly rang up childline and told them everything. They told me that they are going to try sort everything out straight away. This brought a little smig of joy to me.

But the only thing that wasn't joy for me, was my self harm. Cuts began to appear all over my body. Legs, arm, stomach. Blood swam down my body as I used a blade out of an old razor to harm my beaten skin.