Nobody's Home

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by Burning_Hole

by Burning_Hole

Incomplete And All Alone, was playing on Batman 2, my beloved IPod. I was laying on my bed, playing with snakebites and escaping this hell you call life.

My peace was destroyed when a certain dickhead kicked my fucking door in.

"What are you doing you freak?!"

The fucker had a beer in his hand and hate in his eyes. He stomped over to the corner of my room, my AMP's and guitar was placed in that corner. He took my guitar and- OH HELL NAW!

The cunt-licking bastard wrecked my guitar!

"What the fuck are you doing?!"

But nope my 'dad' was far from done. Remember that beer he had in his hand? Yeah that sit was all over my AMPs now.

"You ungrateful little bitch"

My 'dad' made his way over to my bed. I was shaking on the inside, but no way I would show him that.

I didn't even see his hand before a sharp slap hot my cheek and forced my head to the side. Before I knew it he slapped me again. And again. He grabbed my chin harshly and forced me to look into his ugly hateful eyes.

"You are NOTHING but a damn mistake, you hear me girl?! We only wanted your sister, not you!"

The alcoholic bitch let go of my chin, then slapped me so hard i fell back on the bed. I lied there and herd his footsteps going towards the door.

"Damn worthless..."

He muttered under his beer breath. When I no longer could hear him, I grabbed Batman 2 again and logged on Quotev. I have the best neighbors, like who the fuck sets teir code on their WiFi to 1234? Bitch you basically asked me to used your WiFi. I went to my sisters profile and left her a comment.

tσníght ís mч вrєαkíng pσínt

Caroline, please get online. I just, really need someone right now. Please.

Damn bitch wasn't on. She was probably sleeping. Like fucking always. I smiled at my phone. You gotta love that hoe, always sleeping. I placed Batman back on my bed next to my head. I really didn't wanna be here anymore. I glanced at the broken mirror on the wall.

Fatty

I shook my head. I load that fucking voice.

Yes you fucking peasants, you guessed it. I'm anorexic. Can you blame me tho? You try living with a drug addict mother and a alcoholic father, who just loves to point out what a mistake you are.

Then you can judge me.

I closed me eyes eyes and rubbed my temples. My cheeks were still on fire and that coursed a massive headache.

Runaway.

What?

My eyes shot open. Did that voice just tell me to become a runaway?! The fuck?! That would be the first time the damn thing didn't insult me. But on the other side... That's not the worst idea. Is it? I sat up on my bed. No this could work out!

I ran to my closet and pulled out my school back. No school? Fuck. Yes. I grabbed all my clothing and stuffed it in the bag. I went over to my bed and reached under it to get the bag. I pulled it out and pulled the black gun and a pocked knife out and put it in the bag also. Protection you know? I flipped my pillow over on the bed and looked at the two razors. No. I put the pillow back over the two devilish things. I said I wanted to stop and I intend to try, I reminded myself.

Lastly I got my notebook from the closet and a pen. I pulled my favorite BOTDF hoodie over my head and sat on the bed again.

Now I could only wait for night fall. The i would get the fuck outta here, and who knows? Maybe I would die, maybe I got the chance to start a new life.

I guess I just gotta wait then.