“Diana! What the hell are you doing?" said my very drunk father.
"Nothing dad." I said looking up from my laptop that had One Direction pictures on it from Tumblr.
"Well your mother is fucking pissed, why are you such a screw up Diana!? You can't do anything right!" he screamed. "Now get down stairs before I get fucking pissed!'
Struggling to stand on my feet, I slowly stood up from my bed. 'Okay papa, I'm sorry." Looking down at my feet as I walked faster when passing him.
When I got down stairs my mom was sitting on the couch with 2 Grey Goose bottles tipped over on the table next to our couch.
'Diana, come here darling... I want to tell you something" my mom said calmly. "Come on Diana." I got about a foot away from her, you could smell her breath, and it was disgusting. "Closer Diana,' she teased. When I got maybe a half a foot from her face, she slapped me as hard as she could. “What the hell Diana, why did you spill my Grey Goose, don’t you have any respect for you mother and father? Don’t you understand the consequence of disrespecting your parents?”
I gulped, “Yes mom.” I tried not to look scared, but it doesn’t sound like it worked very well.
“Awh Hank, look at her. She looks so scared, so innocent. It’s so cute.” She spat in my face with every word. “Diana?”
I looked down so I didn’t have to look into her eyes. “Yes mom?”
“Why are you so fucked up… why did God give us the worst child ever born? Why do we keep you with us?” she slapped my face once again. “Hank, go get the bathroom ready.”
“Okay Mary.”
I couldn’t move. I was frozen in fear. This happens frequently, but I know exactly what happens. A soft tear ran down my cheek as if it was a raindrop running off a leaf. I got lost in a feeling of confusion and hurt, then in a moment everything snapped. My father had grabbed me.
Carrying me down the stairs into the garage, they have a bathroom. A bathroom that has a door, that locks from the outside only. With a toilet and a sink. He threw me onto the cold floor. I saw a bucket next to me. I looked inside and saw bleach. He told me to stay there while he left this small room. He came back with a bag of ammonia.
“Only bad kids get punished.” He poured the ammonia into the bucket. He closed the door and had rolled up some rags to keep from this fatal chemical from seeping out of the bathroom. And locked it.
I had begun to panic, as it felt like hours but when it was only a few minutes. I didn’t breathe as deeply anymore. I felt as if I was slipping away, struggling for every breath. I didn’t know what do to. As it became maybe ten minutes, I found myself laying on the ground, using all my energy to open the metal door.
Right before my eyes closed, the door opened.
“Punishment is over Diana.”
And then my eyes closed.
