Louis Tomlinson- Trapped

Chapter 3

I slept good lastnight.. I had pleasent dreams about Louis and I. I dreampt about when we were kids and how we would hide from everyone because we were different. We liked music. They cared about sports, cards ect. And if we tried to interact.. They would tell us to leave. Louis would sing to me. And i would listen.. He was and still is amazing. But sadly, the dream ended. I woke up to yelling. SCREAMING! I was terrified. They marched upstairs to my room. " MARCIA. How dare you bring him in the house. He could take you away and i would lose baby bonus! " " Im so sorry.. I didnt know. "

My dad took out the belt. He whipped me. Everywhere. My bottom, my chest my face. I was bruised. He didnt care. All i could hear was " YOU LIKE THAT? STOP BEING AN IDIOT. " I was face down on the pillow crying while i was beaten. I was screaming like someone in a horror film. This went on for a half hour. And he stopped.. " I dont like doing this. But i obviously have to " He left after that.

Im done. Im so done. Why should i live in this place? Why should i live at all? What am i to look forward to? Nothing. I grab the walmart bag from the closet. I take everything out. First my suicide note :

Dear mom and dad,

Its because of you i left. You never loved me. You never cared. Im nothing to you. You hate me. I bet when youre reading this. You're thinking " What an idiot! ". You've never took interest in me. And when i voice my opinion, i get beaten. My opinion doesnt matter. It never did. Only yours matters right? Im just a child. This is one of those " You dont know what you have till its gone " moments. I was your daughter. You treated me like a slave. A soul-less slave. Sometimes your anger outlet.I tried so hard. But i guess thats not enough is it?  I love you mom and dad. But not enough to give you anything. All of my stuff is to be givin to an orphanage.

                                                                                                                  Your Slave

                                                                                                                   Marcia.

I go on the web. I tell my friends goodbyes, and then i give a few follow backs. But i need to tweet about it. If i dont, how else will people take my parents to prison. " Im done, its over. Theres no turning back now. Goodbye everyone. It was a nice run. But my time has come. Its over now. Ill be happier. Maybe in heaven or wherever i go, when i say something wrong. Im not almost beaten to death. Its mt last resort ".