Help Me Help You

"Naomi!" My mum called from down stairs. She was home today? I rolled in my bed and groaned. I looked like I was in a cocoon. I shoved my pillow on my face to block out the noise. 

  "Naomi! Mummy is calling you!" My little 10 year old sister said from my door. I removed the pillow from my face. 

  "You think I don't already know that?" I groaned. She just shrugged and skipped down the hall merrily. I sighed. I rolled out of bed earning a big thump from the ground. I stood up and threw my black bed sheet back onto the bed. I shuffled to my purple Hello Kitty slippers and trudged out my room, shuffling down the hall and entered our Living room that led me to the kitchen. All 3 of my siblings sat at the Island in the Kitchen whilst Mum gave them their food. I smiled as I saw Mum. 

INTRODUCTION TIME!!!!! 

Kaitlin: 10 years old, June 29, 2003, 6th grade  

Logan: 14 years old, August 8, 1998, 11 grade. 

McKayla:14 years old, August 8, 1998, 11th grade 

 ( *Hint* *Hint* Logan and McKayla are twins!)

 My mum was smart enough to have our names go backwards in the alphabet if you haven't notice. 

Naomi~ McKayla~ Logan~ Kaitlin

They all have skipped a grade or two whilst I'm still in 12th grade. I am the average kid in the group even though I am the oldest.

"Naomi, get dressed! Your bus will be here any minute!" She said. All the kids chuckled at my attire. My smile fell as she said that. 'No 'Hi'? No, 'How have you been, love'?' I rolled my eyes at them and trudged up the stairs. 

   "I'll stay home." I groaned. 

   "You know you can't do that. You have to go to your fathers house today." She said. I froze in my spot.

"I thought I wasn't allowed to go there? You know, after he broke my wrist?" I asked her, showing her the front of my wrist.

   "Sorry babe but, he lied and said that you fell on it." She said. I groaned and marched up the stairs. I walked into my room and slammed the door hard. I paced back and forth my room, pulling on my blue hair. 

   "ARGH!" I screamed, kicking the wall. What the heck is wrong with this freaking state?! Note to self: When older, move out of this hell of a state people call Florida. The court here sucks! My dad breaks my wrist, nothing happens to him. I push him back from choking me, I get thrown in jail. Like seriously! He's a freaking lethal weapon himself and he can harm me? Besides, that call choking 'Child Discipline'? B**** please! I stormed to my bathroom and looked in the mirror.

   'She doesn't really love me. She won't even fight for me in court! She sure fought for McKayla, Logan and Kaitlin though. I don't care if she is one of the best doctors in the state. I don't care about how much money she has. She is a terrible mum to me.' I thought to myself. 'She knows how Dad can get! He hates my guts but only fights for me for money! He abuses me and gets away with it! His girlfriend despises me and tries to poison me and the rest of the freaking family hates me too! I have to sleep with one eye open because I'm afraid someone might come and suffocate me or torcher me in some way. But you know what? I have to live with it because the stupid court won't see behind Dad's lies!' 

  I groaned to myself once more and started stripping off my clothes exposing my bruises on my bum, sides, and chest. Also exposing my cuts on my thighs and wrists. I rested my hands on the sink, staring down at the floor. I started sniffling, trying to keep myself from crying. I just hate crying.  'I just can't deal with this anymore.' I whispered to myself. A tear slipped down my cheek and splashed into the sink. I bit my bottom lip to try to stop the running flow of tears. Why doesn't anyone care? I opened the medicine cabinet, taking my box of band-aids and emptying it out to find my blood stained razor. I collapsed to the floor with it in my hands.