The Less Fortunate

Prologue:

It all started a few years ago. My mom would always hit me, and get my dad to hit me. He never wanted too, until he started to feel the enjoyment of hitting me.
Every morning. He would come in my room, and slap me across the face, or punch me in the stomach. Not hard enough to hurt me bad, but hard enough to get me out of bed without thinking twice.
They divorced and things just got worse. My dad got lazy and started forcing me to do things just because he didn't wanna do them. I never talked back, and he still hit me. I never did anything against his words. Not once. Never thought about it.
I slowly got to a point to where I wanted to disobey, to where I wanted to break down, to where I wanted to die.
I tried running away, fighting back. Then it just got worse. I would go to school and have to explain my bruises or explain why I never ate at home. I would lie every time. And they believed me.
I always got bullied for being to skinny, for being ugly, for being quiet. I slowly started to talk less, then. I completely stopped talking. I stopped having to explain, I stopped saying hi or saying bye. I just stopped. I don't even know what I sound like anymore...