Life in Hell

Entry of the story.....

**authors note**Hey guys hope you like my story, this is my first one and I welcome all comments. No idea or thought is a bad one. Anyways I've been posting on my board that whoever comment I like the best I will dedicate the chapter to and so on. So yeah, have fun reading. **

(Mackenzie) I have been having a hard time falling asleep lately again in fear of my dreams...." He hits me. He hits me. He hits me. He hits me. He hits me. He hits me. He hits me." I want to yell it out so loud and be saved but I can't . I've been his slave for four years now and it's like hell every day. The feelings of being afraid to live is the hardest part, to wake up in fear of who's in your house, or in your bed and what will they'll do or have done to you. My name is Mackenzie and this is my story. I just turned 17 this summer and I live with my dad. I have short black hair that is cut military style. I have to keep fit for sports and my dad's customers so I have a athletic body. I am not really tan but I'm Asian so I have a golden like skin color. I have sharp green eyes and for some reason really straight teeth, even though it doesn't run in the family. I am 5 '2 and i love to wear skinny jeans and fitting v necks that hug my chest though I have to wear long sleeves cause of all my scars. I love wearing black eye liner and sometimes fake eyelashes, I know weird but it looks good I swear. I hate school but who doesn't, and love reading poetry and eating pizza. I HAD a little sister and mom but I don't like talking about them anymore because all it does is bring back painful memories. It's been four years since the day they were taken from me. They got caught in the middle of a gun fight on their way to the store. We were poor so we had to walk everywhere because it was cheaper. Mom use to say that we walked because God have us everything and we need to enjoy. They were near the store when the gun fight started and a man "accidentally" shot both my mom and my sister. That man took away my family, my life, my happiness and all he he did was spend 2 years in jail before being released for not enough evidence. I might as well tell you all about my mom, she had long curly blond hair that sprigged as she laughed. An her hair had beautiful summer highlights that she hated saying it made her look older but no one else though it did. How I loved her laughter it was so soothing and was catchy. An her smell was like vanilla on a warm summer day it made the air so fresh and clean. Her eyes were as blue as the sky on a sunny spring day that sparkled. The sound of my moms name was music to my ears, Ariel, she was so nice. When she walked she seemed to just glide over the ground I swear she was an angel of pure love and beauty. After school I would come home and the house would be clean and the smell of cookies in the oven and some house craft on the floor. She would have the biggest pearly white yet crooked smile as I got home from school. I was so happy and, well yeah I was HAPPY. Now I'll tell you all about my little sister Allie. She was just 5 years old when the gun shooting happened. She had short brown hair that would go up in a little ponytail. She use to say she was related to horses because she had a ponytail and run around the house with her imaginary horse friends, she drove me crazy! I miss her, and she had a blue eye like my mother's but also a green eye like mine. Her green eye was like the pine tree we had every year at christmas that dad would cut down. She had light skin because she wanted to grow up and be a vampire she was so goofy. An made the house feel so light from her none stop smile. Now my dad, this is what he was like 4 years ago. He would leave durning the day to his job and when he came back he would sit down at the table and say grace as we ate our dinner as a family and talked about our day. My dad would always tell us about his day and make up parts of it that Allie would fall for all the time it just made me and my sweet mother laugh. My dad's name is Chris and he would always try to cheer us up when we were sad by making goofy faces. You could not last a minute of being sad or grump when my dad would make those faces that he made. All together we were a loving family that had all that we needed and even a little extra now and then. We use to be the family every person would want to have. Now you don't even know we are here...and if you do, you pretend you don't and you stay away from us. I'm okay I tell myself. I'm ok....a.....y

**Sorry this is so short I'll try to make them long but no promises**