Psycho

#2

I opened my eyes and looked around my room.
I had pictures of people I called friends stuck to the wall but I'm too busy to get them off or maybe I'm not bothered. Yea the second one. I got off of my bed and went downstairs to the kitchen.
"Hey honey! You should wash your face first" my step mom said to me sitting on the table sipping her tea.
"I'm too hungry. I'm ganna eat first and it's also my face so you should look after your own." I didn't mean for it to be rude but it did come out rude and I don't care.
She just looked away from me and went back to her tea.
I hate my parents. My dad enjoys getting money from innocent people
And my step mom is the biggest bitch ever.
"Your school called today and said you left school again. Why do you keep doing this. I'm going to discuss it with your father you're not my real daughter and I don't like you. I'm pretty sure you don't like me either".
I ignored her and walked back to my room after grabbing an apple.
Back in my room I sat down and got out some paper to draw on. That's my afternoon routine.
I draw a picture of people that annoyed me the most on that day and injure them in the drawing depending on how much they pissed me off.
Right now I'm drawing my step mom with a broken arm and a black eye.
After my drawings I place them in my 'hate book'. the book that no one has ever seen and never will see.
My dad is home by now and I can hear him talking to my mom, great.
"Sadie" my dad shouted as loud as he could.
"Get down here now!" what does he want from me.
I made my way downstairs again and saw my dad sitting on the table next to my mom.
"I just got home and your mom told me you left school again. I am tired and not happy with you at all. If I hear you left the school again you'll be In very big trouble" he warned me.
"It's my life you know. Maybe you should stay the hell out of it. And what are you going to do? Throw me out? Go ahead" I was done with this shit and my stupid parents but before I knew it the fist that belonged to my dad collided with my face.
After that he kept hitting me until my head hit the wall and darkness my world became.

when I opened my eyes I was on the floor and remembered everything that happened.
I was so mad at my father. How could he beat his own daughter.
I walked slowly upstairs to my room with my head pounding like crazy.
When I got to my room I locked the door and looked at the clock, it read 3:24am. I quickly got out a piece of paper and drew my dad.
He was beaten up, he had cuts all over him, he had broken body parts and looked like he was about to die.
And that's how I escaped this world and hurt people in my own world.

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Hello!!!
I don't think anyone is going to read this book but if anyone does, I know it's not really good but forgive me, it's my first and I'm sorry for any spelling or punctuation, I'll try to fix them.
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