Cruel. Freedom

Reality

Here I am on the bus looking outside in a daze. Not really wanting to go back to home I call hell. It was difficult dragging myself to bring myself to wake up every morning going to school and then getting abused by him. I never did anything wrong to deserve this treatment. Getting punched, a whip across my back, basically drowning me in the tub, and more than that. It's been going on for at least a year now since my mom left. She divorced him. I don't know why she didn't take me with her. I always wonder if she would come back to get me, someday.
The bus stopped infront of hell and opened the door. I slowly dragged my feet down the aisle and went down the stairs. When I got off the bus, I stood there staring at the pathway to hell. When I walked in, I went straight to my kind of safe spot (my room). I locked the door and jumped on my bed to listen to my music on my mp3 player. All of a sudden there was banging and rattling on my door. I quickly went to the edge of my bed and huddled in a ball until a sharp object like an Axe went through my door. My dad kick the door open and barged into my room to only grab me by the neck. He dragged my off of my bed to go in the bathroom just to put my head under water. I struggled to get out of his grip. He must of been drunk to do this right now. After 3 minutes of this drowning me, continuously pulling my head up then back down into the water for I guess air breaks. I'm losing consciousness. All of a sudden, I got air to breathe once again but then my dad threw me on the ground where broken glass sat on the floor. I tried to reach for a sharp and long piece of glass but I fail. I lost consciousness from the lack of air.
It was around 4 pm now that I woke up from being unconscious for 2 hour maybe. I had enough of the positive thinking of it's going to get better, my mom will come and take me away to a better place and put my dad in jail. I made up my mind to just kill myself to make things better. I struggled to walk to my room so I was hugging the wall to even balance. I finally made it to my room where I got my pocket knife and sat on the edge of my bed. I placed the pocket knife where I thought my vital organs were and stabbed myself. I gasped for air but everything went dark and fuzzy. I smiled and started to giggle a little to only say three words, "Goodbye... cruel freedom." A tear went down my cheek and it was dark.