Help...

F*** you aunt beatrice

'... we were all having fun on new years eve night. We started the countdown and Josh and I entwined our fingers and were ready to kiss at midnight and to say our promises. Then my vision went blurryand I heard sirens.'

oh god. I cant stand to think of that horrible night. And all of the others I have had.

I was constantly distracted at school. Even Taylor was moving away from me. I don't blame her. I... actually I do. She is such a b***h. She is moving away from me when i need her most. What the hell?!? She's meant to be the shoulder for me to cry on. Oh well.

In school we were given alot of assignments. F you teachers. I got told at the start of the year that they would go easy on me with homework for this year, however they haven't been. The only teacher that has really helped me through this is my music teacher, Miss Mickael. She lets me go to the music room whenever and sing and play the piano, guitar and the flutes. According to her I have a great singing voice, and I always have. Apparently. Everyone used to say that in year 9, but now, anyone who didnt know me back then wouldn't have heard me sing before. I love to go in there. She says i sound even better when im going through this stage of emotional pain and that I sound angelic. 

When i got home from afterschool 'tutoring' ( or in other words 2 hours in the music room blasting the base and electric guitar) My Aunt ran up to me, grabbed me by the ear and dragged me to my room. By this time I was screaming. What she did next was something unforgivable. She hit me. She also punched me. Then she knocked me out. I don't even know what all of this was over. I found a note laying on the kitchen counter saying that they had left for a holiday and that I was all on my own for a few weeks. The thing she didn't know was that i had set up a camera in my room. I dont have disgusting things on it because I get changed in the bathroom. So all I had to do was call the police. And I did...

... The police turnt up at about 6:30pm. About half an hour after mu aunt. No, beatrice. Had left with her family. I had cropped the video and I gave it to them, along with the original. I showed them my scars and bruises andd they took photos as evidence along with pictures of my house. Whicjh was aa health hazard itself, without Beatrice being there.

Theey didn't come  home so I didn't eat. Because I was now 16 I didn't have to get taken to a safe place or anything. That meant that I had to stay in this dump.