The Real Me

Chapter Three: The Stab

          When I walked into the kitchen I could smell something nasty cooking, my mom saw the look on my face and she said "you will eat this whether you like it or not ". This made me very nervous because I thought I was going to be beaten.

           I said back to her "okay it was just the smell." She must not have like what I said because she came running across the kitchen floor then slapped me right across the face. I knew better than to say anything back to her. After that scary experience I sat down at the table and started doing my math homework.

          I got three problems done then my mom announce "it's time for dinner." I stopped doing my homework and sat down to eat. 

          My mom ask me how my dinner was I told her "its good" I really wanted to tell her that it was nasty but that would just get me beaten. Every bite that I took of that pizza made me want to go to the bathroom and get sick, I know I could not do that. So when I finally finished my dinner I went back to doing my homework. I  had ten more problems to do they were pretty easy but it just took a long time to complete. Once I finally finish the math I got out my book and stated reading. I really wanted to get my book done for ELA so I could get a good grade.

          I only read a couple of lines when my mom yelled "in this house we don't read" then she ripped the book out of my hands.

            I reply to her with "I need that for ELA to get a good grade" she acted like she didn't even care. I waited two minutes and told her that I really needed the book, she ran across the room picked me up and stabbed me with a knife, I felt pain very fast. About the time I got up it had been two hours. I looked over at my mom if you would call her a mom.

            She saw that I looked at her and she said loud "you had that coming".

           I really wanted to call the cops but that would be very risky on my part. Instead of calling the cops I went into the bathroom that had blood all over from the last stab in my back, and cleaned out the gash. Every time I put the hot water on the gash it sting so bad I swear it felled like millions of bees stinging me. Finally after cleaning it for five minutes the gash was cleaned out. The gash was worse looking now then it was before, the size from one side to the other was three inches. I went out to the kitchen where my mom was I told here that I cleaned it out.

            She reply to me "okay" like she didn't even care.

           I went to my mom and dads room to find my dad, he was on the computer playing some game I have no idea what it was but it looked stupid.

          I ask him what the game was but he replied to me "you don't need to know I'am the one that is paying the game". I didn't want to give he an attitude because he might have beaten me. 

             I went up to my room and just sat there thinking of how I could get someone to find out that my parents were treating me this way. When I started to think about it to hard I got a headache so I walk to my bed and started to fall asleep.

              My dream start when I was standing in the middle of my living room. My mom and dad were fighting and at the same time they were beating me. The dream felt so real like I was there. It was almost the end of eight grade. It was my friend Liz Ganges birthday. She was suppose to come over to give me an invitation to her birthday party. When my parents were beating me we all heard a knock on the door it was Liz. She was very shocked by what she saw after that she called the cops as soon as the cops got there I came awake. 

              I looked at my clock the time on it was 9:30 I had to get ready for bed before they beat me to sleep. I walk slowly down the stairs so they couldn't tell that I was up stairs. I went into the bloody bathroom to brush my teeth.

             After that I told my parents that I was going to bed they said "OKAY". I turned my light off. I walk to my bed and thought about the dream I had. I thought that the dream was weird because it was so real her birthday is almost at the end of the year, so she would come over to give me the invitation but this has never happened. As I thought about the dream even more I thought about how good it would be to have a family that would take care of me. The thought of that made me so comfortable I fell asleep I had the same dream that I had before. 

          I was standing in the middle of my living room. My mom and dad were fighting and at the same time they were beating me. The dream felt so real like I was there. It was almost the end of eight grade, it was my friend Liz Ganges birthday. She was suppose to come over to give me an invitation to her birthday party. When my parents were beating me we all heard a knock on the door it was Liz. She was very shocked by what she saw after that she called the cops as soon as the cops got there I came awake.