My Will To Live

CHAPTER 3-My Most Terrible Beating

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I thankfully finish my chores, and go off to school. It's my brief little respite. Not a total break away from the situation at home, though. For example:

"Omg, have you seen Margie?"

"No , not really , what's up with her Christine?"

"That's the point? I mean, hello? Who's so emo like that? "

"True ... But shouldn't we, like, give her a chance? I mean, come on , we don't even know her yet."

"Hey, are you on my side or that piece of rubbish named Margie?"

"Obviously on your side."

Christine is the most popular and mean girl in our school. She attacks anyone and anybody on what she calls The Other Side. In other words, the unpopular side . The girl who is kinder but ends up agreeing with Christine is Wilson. She's nice to everyone, but I honestly don't expect her to really notice me.

I want to be friends with Wilson, but since Christine doesn't like me , that's probably not happening . Wilson already has another BFF anyway, her name is Marjorie. I guess they both caught Christine's eye. I don't think they really like Christine anyway. They just befriend her because she kinda forced them to. No one wants to get on the bad side of Christine.

I hear the dreaded bell ring . I sign to myself, get up , and once again rush to pack my bag before running out of school. Of course , I trip and fall, as usual. Of course, my parents say that I'm late, as usual. The unusual thing?

My dad had been drinking. My mom was arguing with my dad. My mind could only process two words .

Uh-oh.

My stomach suddenly becomes very painful, as if punishing me for not eating . I clutch at my stomach as I slowly back away. I do not know what is coming to me. My heart is palpitating and I break out in cold sweat. I move back toward the wall, and keep moving, until I feel my back touch the cold hard wall. I feel my eyes widen in fear as both my parents start to advance on me. I have no idea what will happen to me me.

My dad gives a sickly grin .

"Late again, aren't we?"

I only nodded meekly and then swallowed as I leaned back against the wall.

"Well, well , well."

I only stare back, with fear and tears in my eyes. Father had never said that. Actually, he did. But whenever he says that.... Well... It means... It means... It means some sort of horrible punishment. It has happened , two times already. Once, when I tried to stand up for my sister(yes, I used to have a sister. But one day she disappeared ...) my dad said I was just trying to be a hero, and then made me drink an entire pot of ink. This will not be the first time I passed out .

Another time, I hadn't even done anything wrong . But he had lost a bet and said it was all my fault. He made me eat an entire meal-made from rotten food. Of course ,I threw up afterward when he didn't see me.

I had no idea what he wants to do to me this time. I try to encourage myself, by telling myself that all they are is mean, but even a Taylor Swift song can't save you from impending danger. That's something you have to face yourself. Taylor could only help me this much. But she was my will to live. I didn't end my life because of the fact that even though it was just a little hope, it was still a hope, that I may one day meet her. I lived because I wanted to meet that woman who saved my life.