"I'm so sorry I failed you mother.." I whispered to myself.
I could feel my heart cracking as she continued to yell.
"You're so fucking delusional, you don't understand anything. You always forget, and never even think about anyone but yourself. Do you even think about what you have done to this family? You dream so big... but you will never amount to anything! It's a fact Sally... You can't change that.. Stop trying to be something so great..." My sister couldn't decide whether to be disappointed or angry with me.
My dad sat in the corner, just staring. He was never really all there. He had a slight pained look in his eyes, like maybe he wanted to stop it.
Maybe he cared.
It was more often however that he joined in, hitting me with even more hate in his blood than my mom might have. It just wasn't as often as Mom.
He stared at me, behind those thick glossy eyes. He knew I saw him. I thought for a second I saw a tear roll down his cheek.
I was wrong.
"Go to your fucking room, Samantha," he spat out, straightening his newspaper.
I sat on my bed, staring at the wall blankly. There were no tears left to cry, no words left to yell. There was only one thing left for me to do.
I had to get my freedom.
My poster had 500 butterflies on it now, and tonight was the night I got away from everything in this house.
I couldn't help but smile now. My heart raced at the thought of the outside world, of getting away from all the abuse. I loved my family so much, but I couldn't stay here any longer. The rest of my night was spent writing my letter goodbye.
