It Hurts..

Friday! Whoop whoop

Yes today is finally Friday I thought to myself as I lay in my bed staring at the sealing hugging my teddy lion... (raww )I got up and looked at myself in my mirror and messed with my hair and I stood there thinking how ugly I am. I sighd and went to my wardrobe and picked my long black sleeved jumper and my white ripped skinny jeans and my black convers boots. I had one final look in the mirror and I grabbed my bag and walked down the stairs to see my dad was up and he had a knife in his hand and my mum on the floor bleeding I shot my bag on the floor and ran over to her and to check If she was okay. Tears were falling down my cheeks as I tried to wake her up but she wouldn't.. I called an ambulance and they took her away and I decided I'm staying at home today so I took my shoes of but before that I felt something hard hit me and I fell to the floor and hit my head and I blacked out.

When I woke up 3 hours later I held my head in pain as I stood up but wobbled a bit so I held onto the wall. I walked over to my living room to see my dad still there and he glared at me with his evil eyes and muttered "I thought I killed you you emo faggot" and I stood there shaking my head and he said "shame someone like you should be ded. your a worfles peace of shit and don't deserve anything" he punched me in the stomach and all over until I fell to the floor as I couldn't take it anymore. I wanted to die so bad why did my life have to be like this.

My mum got took to hospital because my dad stabbed her but luckily she was alive she had to stay there for a few weeks so that left me and my dad...