SHHH and dream

chapter 4

"No no no!" Broke yelled I quickly turned my head to the detection that she was in and she was fighting back this man soon another one appeared. "Get off of her you have no right to do that". I yelled at the two men. "Ok" one of the men said putting up his hands up to show defeat. "then we'll I just mess with you" said the man in a deep sensiter vioce and his spin severing gazes .then the slowly walk up to me and then slowly ran his friger down my face "your a pretty one I think I'll have more fun with damaging you than with her " he slowly pointed to brook but still keeping his eyes on me . Right then and their I spat in his face and said " screw you" after 30 seconds or so the man looked back at me and said "you think your all tough now but just wait just wait and see what I can do to you , you'll cry so much that you can't cry anymore you'll fell pain till you don't even now what pain is Mark my words pretty Mark em" he said then the two men walked off.

I woke up in a cold sweat but soon i relize i was in my room. I was thinking of was to avoid my and dad. I hate weekend's because I get to have a lot of incoters with my mom and dad,and those incoters are either my mom telling me I'm fat,stupid,ugly,ect. Or my dad hitting me because as he puts it " an dum shit like you needs to be put in her place. So for most of the day I text my friends and sneek out whenever I can to get food or water. It was 4:52 and I had wanted some water so I went down stires to get some but right after I got it my dad was standing their right in front of me. "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING?" My dad yelled " I I was just getting water. I responded stuttering. "No a ugly little pig like you dose not deserve water not on my watch " my dad said slaping the cup out of my hand and then dragging me by the hair away from the kitchen , hit me 3 times then walked away.

Sunday only one more day till I get to go back to a place that gives me 7 hours from this hell. I walked in the living room and turned on the tv then I slowly see my mom in a corner watching me. Then she laughs "haha look at you watching all this doctor stuff". "Well being a docter is my back up plan if I don't become an artist" I said qustionly "ha a docter your far to dum to be a docter or an artist. My mom laughed . Those words stung no they didn't just sting they hurt. "You fucking idot" my mom laughed walking out of the room I got up from the couch quickly and ran up to my room trying to fight back the tears . I fucking hate my life I yelled in my pillow crying. Soon I imaged a image of a knife in the kitchen then I smiled .