Alone

After school

I get home from school. My dad isn't in, he must be at the pub again. I've had a horrible day.....as usual. I run straight up to my bedroom and rummaged around in my draw and grabbed my blade. As I drew it across my skin making fresh blood run down my arm it doesn't even hurt, I've gotten so used to it I don't feel anything.
1 for being ugly
2 for being fat
3 for ruining my parents lives
4 for everyone hating me
5 for just being alive
I sat there as the fresh scarlet blood ran down my arm. After about 10 minutes of sitting in the corner of my room crying silently I got up and went into the bathroom. I cleaned up my wounds and dressed them. I changed into a long sleeved shirt so my parents couldn't see my bandages I lead down on my bed and fell asleep. About an hour later I was awoke by a loud crash of the front door slamming shut. That must be my dad. Drunk as usual. He's coming. I hear his heavy footsteps running up the stairs. "SKYLAR!!" I hear a booming voice scream. I hold my breath and don't make a sound but it was to late he came crashing into my bedroom drunk as he usually is. He grabs me by my hair and pulls me of my bed. "Your hurting me!! Dad please...let me go" I scream as I try to hold back my tears. I can't do it. Tears streamed out of my eyes."crying is a sign of weakness! What did I tell you!!" He yells at me
"You told me never to cry dad. Please let go" I yell as he slams me up again the wall.
"Your a worthless piece of shit, you make mine and your mother's lives miserable every single day we wish we had never had you!!"
"Dad I'm sorry. LET GO OF ME YOUR REALLY HURTING ME!!"
I scream as more and more tears stream down my face he finally drops me to the floor and slaps me across the face. He storms out of my room and slams my door. I just lay there motionless hoping for death. I cry and cry and cry I can't stop myself. I cry myself to sleep lead in the corner of my room not caring if I live or die.
(I'm not going to go through the rest of the week so just skip to Saturday morning.)
It's Saturday, 6am I have bruises on my neck ,where my dad pushed me again the wall, that still hurt when I move. I have to get out of the house. I can't be trapped here all weekend again I get dressed and sneak out the front door with no intention of returning until Monday morning in time for another day of hell at school. I don't know where to go but I carry on walking regardless. I mean any where has to be better that home right? After a long walk I end up at a park. It's deserted all except for one boy on the swing sat looking rather sad. I go over and sit next to him. He looks at me and says "hi, what are you doing here so early"
"I could ask you the same question" I reply half smiling
"My mum....she hits me so I had to get out.." he replies slowly
" oh...I'm so sorry I didn't mean to upset you"
"No....no its fine, so why are you here?"
" the same reason as you but it's my dad" I say with a shake in my voice.
"I'm Skyler" I say as I put my hand out to shake the boys hand.
We shake hands as he says "I'm luke, nice to meet you Skyler"
"Nice to meet you to luke"

Authors note
Hey guys hope you liked the second chapter and sorry for how short it is but it will get better I promise.  So leave a comment and as always constructive criticism is welcome at any point bye 💖💖xx