As I walked into my house I felt something hard strike my cheek, tears stinging in my eyes I look around and it’s, my father? “You dirty bitch!” he screamed. I looked at him with a mixture of sadness and confusion, “Wh…what?” I stammered, “Your mother told me about your vile secret!” I feel his hand make contact with my face again. As I try to make my head stop spinning he throws me into my room and I crawl into bed crying into my pillow. “Why…why did she tell him?” I sob. I flicked my knife out; I wonder I dragged the blade across the flesh of my wrist. I shuddered at the slight burn but then I giggled as the blood rose and seeped out of the wound. Hmm feels good I decided against making another cut, cleaned up, and fell asleep in my bed.
