"I'm Fine"

Hey guys,
I just wanted to warn everyone before reading this that it may trigger you. I personally have my own demons and some of the things in here are true. Also I'm not a very good writer I'm more of an artist and musician but I wrote a lot of stories when I was younger so I decided to try this. Hope y'all enjoy.
~bloody painter

Chapter 1

I screamed as I heard the remote hit the wall, my older sister Emerson stood paralyzed with fear as my father boiled with anger. "What they hell are you wear!!! You look like a fucking slut!! Do you wanna get raped or molested because that's what it looks like.!" he shrieked at her, Emerson slowly began to move and you could see the glassy jewels in her eyes. It's as if my father was a rich man (in fact he was in a way) because he loved watching us all cry jewels for him. I ran over to my sister and grabbed her as my younger sister hid in her room and my mother ran to my father and yelled at him as I helped my sister father the school close we picked out and take them up to her room. She began to sob and she whimpered," look it's a just a shirt in fact the shirt is so long it's to my knees and it's not a tank top or see through I don't understand" she cried as we got to her room and she set the clothes on her bed as I went and picked up my younger sister Brittany who's 6 and toon her into my sisters room and locked the door.

          Both Brittany and I rubbed out sisters back and helped dry her tears and eventually you heard sniffles. I am so tired of this, usually it's just yelling or spanking he never through something at us before and my sister was slightly shaking and mumbling how she didn't wanna be here anymore.  Brittany yawned and began to lie on Emerson's lap and closed her eyes and made fake snoring noises. This made us all laugh until our stomachs hurt, Brittany was a sweet baby sister but she was a pain sometimes thank god she was being good right now.

        We heard a knock at our door Emerson told us to hide in her closet and we obeyed her as she open her beautiful door which had a coat rack on the back and the front was covered in cool pictures and quotes and stickers, I envied her door so much.

           We all sighed as we saw my mom at her door, I watched as my sister began to slowly cry again and hug my mother tightly. Brittany and I emerged from Emerson's closet which was packed tightly with numerous things. I looked at my mom who pushed Emerson into the room and locked the door, had two red handprints around her neck and a giant bruise forming around her wrist.

           "I'm so sorry girls I don't know what comes over him but we need to love him and help him get through what ever he is going  through right now." She sighed and she ran her hands through my sisters long brown hair. I loved my mom so much I always will she always was able to endure anything and keep such a good face and  try to make it seem like we lived the best life ever.

             But that night around 12:00pm a slow emotion began to run through me I let the drug go through me. My mom said later that it was my maturity coming to me. I believe her but at the time I was 7 and I was told I was as mature as a 15 year old. That made me happy but that night it didn't because being 15 meant that your responsibility increases and your anxiety is crazy and you have to take care of everything.

         I sighed as I looked up my ceiling, plain white except for the hand smears I made when I was younger or perhaps I made that day. A giggle escaped my mouth at the thought of me standing on my bed and climbing all my furniture like a money and eventually swinging my hands in the air and smearing the white ceiling with my dirty hands. Coming out of my little day dream (or night since its night time) I closed my eyes and fell asleep taking the day's events into the book in my head and telling to story to tell voices in me.