*Trigger warning, self harm, physical abuse, drug use*
At 9am my mom woke up. I found her in the kitchen sitting at the small table.
"Oh my god I have a bad headache." she rubbed her temple I sat in the chair across from her. "Maybe you shouldn't drink so much and be so fucking pathetic." I said.
I was starving and my stomach hurt really bad. "You got anything to eat?" I asked. She shook her head. "Fridge is empty really," she said. "I'm going to work. Dave and Greg will be here today." See you later." She got up, took a drink from a bottle, then left.
That's when I noticed Greg passed out on that ugly couch. I rolled my eyes and got out of the chair. I searched through the cabinets and find nothing worth eating. I was reaching for a knob when someone grabbed my arm.
I turned my head an saw Greg. He was a foot taller than me. His hair and mustache were an orange shade turning gray, like his brothers. He had dead brown eyes.
"You're an emo." He snickered and moved my face away from his. "What?"
He turned the inside of my arm towards my face. "You're a whore who cuts herself." He said. I tried pulling my arm away but his grip tightened. He still smelled of beer and cigarettes and it made me nauseous.
"Please let go of me." I begged. I struggled again. He squeezed tighter and it began to hurt. He pointed to the scars on my arm.
"This makes you a faggit." He laughed. "Got anymore?" He began to pull up my shirt but I smacked him with my free hand as hard as I could.
He wasn't fazed by it. He just snickered. A tear ran down my cheek.
"You think you're tough, huh?" He was yelling. "But you're just a slut." He slapped me. My face stung and burned as I gasped. He let go of my arm and I took off down the hall back to my room. I licked the door behind me and I picked up my phone and saw I had a missed call and text from my dad.
"Is everything okay?" He texted. I hesitated. I was too embarrassed to say what happened. So I said, "everything is fine."
I wiped tears off my face. All the hunger pangs went away. I sat on my bed and put my face in my hands. What am I supposed to do in this place?
I looked down at my arm and thought back to when my dad found them. I remember the tears in his eyes as he asked me why I did it to myself.
I heard the TV blaring in the living room and the sound of a bottle breaking.
40 minutes later, Dave got up. I heard him and Greg talking. I finally came out of my room, praying that Dave wouldn't let Greg do anything to me.
They sat at the table drinking beer bottles and smoking cigarettes. Pipes and needles literally were sitting right there on the table. Pathetic.
They both looked up at me and Greg grinned. Dave yawned. "Man, I am tired." He said. "Sit down." Greg said, pointing to an empty chair next to him. I sat in the one across from him, closer to Dave.
"Greg, you're right. She is hotter than her mom." Dave said with a hand on my shoulder. "Don't touch me." I said and pushed his hand off.
"Little bitch don't tell me what to do." He said and pushed his cigarette into my arm. I jumped and moved away.
"What the hell is wrong with you people?" I shouted. Greg stood and grabbed my arm. I tried to pull away but his grip was too tight.
He then dragged me down to the ground. "Acid." He said to Dave. Dave snickered and got up. He went down the hall to his room. Greg straddled me and held both of my wrists by my head.
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(EDITING) gasoline // joaquin phoenix
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