Destiny: Diary of a 15 Year Old Psycho

Getting Away

I thought he had changed. I thought he was off the drink. I thought he was finally going to be a good father to me. But no. He was the Dad who would never care about his daughter, whom had been diagnosed with a mental condition at 15 years old. He didn't care at all! Nobody did. I stared bitterly at his smug grin in the car. He finally turned around "What do you want you little nuisance" he chuckled while tickling my chin. I flinched away immediately and remained silent. "Honey, don't you think that was absolutely hilarious! Did you see her face? She went bright red!" I couldn't believe his ignorance. The nurse was so lovely and he just insulted her. How did I share this man's genes? Why on Earth did my Mum marry this pig? "Dad, that woman was lovely and you were awful to her, how can you think that was funny?!" I raged, though he was barely listening. "Oh come on. She was a cow, and you know it. She was such a posh knob, like that mother of yours" He burst out in hysterics. I however, did not. "Don't you ever speak ill of my mother, especially when she is not here to defend herself. You know that she was the most generous woman to ever walk the planet, yet you pushed her aside and abandoned her and she couldn't cope. It was your fault she took that drive. It was your fault she was exhausted at the wheel. It was your fault she crashed and it is your fault she is dead! I hate you so much you sick bastard! I never want to speak to you again!" I yanked the handbrake, as we were on a county road and forced the door open and escaped. I ran so fast, so far. I didn't know where I was. I didn't care, as long as he was not with me.

I briefly heard Dad blast the horn at me. I pretended not to hear him, preventing me to look at his evil smirk. My legs began to ache and my head was simultaneously pounding. I placed my hand on the grass beside the country road and carefully sat down. Dad thankfully became out of sight, so I could finally relax.

I wished my Mum was with me. I often pictured her in the clouds with a delicate cream dress, with embroidered lace trailing down the front. Her red hair would be in tiny red ringlets, emphasised by her glow. But let's face it. She is not in heaven, she is not looking down on me, she is dead. She is dead. If she can't protect me from Dad, who can?

I nearly died when I was born. Mum said I weighed only 2lbs and 4oz. I was supposed to die then and there. But the doctors saved my soul. Sometimes I wish that they had put me out of my misery.

My mobile vibrated in my tight pocket. I instinctively snatched it and read the message, praying it was not from Dad 'Hey, why didn't you text me after the doctors? Did they send you to some sort of counselor? Text me when you get this, Adam x' I didn't deserve him. He always knew what to say to me, despite my stupidity of sitting on the side of the road on the middle of autumn, miles away from my town. It turned out Dad drove off after about 5 minutes of waiting for me. I quickly phoned Adam, despite him thinking of me as a total idiot "Hello? I had a fall out with my Dad and I'm kind of lost, but I'm nest to a sign saying amore drive." I mumbled "I'm in the car at the moment and my Mum says she knows where that is, so we'll pick you up stat." I clutched the phone so tightly, as I was so thankful that I could safely get home "Thank you so much, I really appreciate it, bye" I shut my flip-top phone and shivered in the spitting rain. I looked at the trees, whispering menacing messages, deceitfully between one another. Blackbirds fluttered through the foggy sky and soured in the dull sunset. Soon enough, Adam was here, and I was rescued from the powerful, yet sinister nature. I stepped in the car, and Adam gave me a beaming smile. However his mum looked appalled at me. "What were you doing out in the cold, you lunatic? Especially in your state, you're practically anorexic! You would have been frozen solid in minutes if I hadn't have got you! I bet it was that father of yours, I knew he was a waste of space ever since he move here. I've got a sixth sense, I swear" Said Ethel (Adam's evil mother)