Why Me?! (Bajancanadian fanfic)

Hi, well I'm new to this whole diary thing, so I'm going to tell you about myself, I guess. My name is Elizabeth Blackwel. I'm 20 and only have one friend, Olivia. I only have one friend because I pushed everyone away, my life is practically a living hell. Olivia is the same age as me. We both like to play COD and watch Vanoss. I only really talk when her or my brother, Carl are with me. Other than that, I don't talk at all. My dad abuses me, but for some reason, not my brother. Which is good, I just wonder why. My brother would always try to save me, but my dad was too strong. He started abusing me after my mom died, when I was eight. I was born in Montreal, Canada, and I will die here (which is hopefully soon. I'm planning it) It was so beautiful here. I will miss it. This is my first and last writing in this diary.

I put my pen down. I read what I had just wrote, and I started to cry.


(Hey! authors note: I'm new at this so if I make mistakes plz don't hate. Just help me bye)









Chapter 1
I hid my diary under my bed. I did my homework. I had math. Ugh. I hated math. But I finished it. I went on YouTube and started watching Vanoss. Him and wild cat are so funny. I heard the door open. Shit my dad.

"I'm home!" Oh,ok good it was just my brother Carl. "I'm in my room!" I shouted. He came upstairs. "You did you homework?" "Yea" I said. "Ok cool! Wanna play some MW3 (I forgot to Say Carl is 22) "Yes!" I said. "Alright let's go!" We went downstairs and into the living room. He turned on the Xbox and set it up.

"Wanna play online or 2v2?" He asked "online." So we played infected and free for all. Our two favorites. After about half and hour, the front door opened. No no no no. My dad, he's home. "Why the hell are you playing games Elizabeth?" "I..I.." "Well! Spit it out!" He said getting angry fast. "I finished my homework and I wanted to uh play with Carl." I said.

He grabbed me by the hair and threw me on the floor. "D..dad..p.please stop. Y..your your hurting me." I said in between sobs. "What did you just say to me?!" He started kicking me rapidly.

My brother jumped on his back saying "Dad stop your hurting her!" He stopped. "Your so damn lucky your brother saved you. He won't always be here to save you!" He threw my brother on the couch. My dad spit on me. It went all in my hair. I was still crying. On the floor.

My brother was hugging me while I was crying. He went and got some napkins, and cleaned the blood off my face.