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Nobody's Home Part 1 (GuyxGirl)

~Based off the song Nobody's Home by Avril Lavigne. Sad and has depressing stuff; such as cutting, suicidal thoughts, etc. Don't like just skip. There will be a second part. This is pretty long. Hope you like.

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Drip Drip Drip

Splatters of crimson red fall on the tiled floor, staining the white tile. They flourish and spread like blossoming roses. They mingle and join together as one. One huge puddle of sadness, loneliness, anger, depression, and my horrid emotions.

I set down my razor and pick up the wet wash cloth. Bringing it to my thighs and left wrist, I lightly wipe till the blood is off and flows slower. Dropping the rag in the trash, I stand and pull my jeans back on. Picking up the razor, I wash it and put it back in my little bag of other razors. Bending back down, I grab another towel to clean up the blood on the floor.

After I am done cleaning everything that has blood, I turn and unlock the bathroom door. Grabbing my razors, I peak out and see the house in darkness. Good. It means that the jackass is either at a bar or sleeping. And that whore I bet is at some guys house. My older brother is long gone. He left when he was 16. No goodbyes, sorries, or any word to me. I was 10 at the time.

My dad, Frank, yelled at my brother and told him he'd rape me if he left. Guess what, he still left. My dad got so drunk and pissed off. I hid in the attic for days with no food. I didn't want to risk the chance of him getting me. I still remember my mother's screams and moans. He fucked her day in and day out. She couldn't even walk, and bruises the size of his fist covered her head to toe. It was easy to see what he did to her.

My mom, Sal, started leaving earlier than usual after that. She'd come home past 11pm every night. She'd get beaten and then fucked by my 'dad'. After about a year of her leaving early and coming home late, he stopped yelling and beating her for it. Don't get me wrong, he still beat her. Just not for that reason.

One day, she came home with a shit load of money. I found out when she came home and I first cut. When she saw what I was doing, she sneered and said that if I made a mess she'd sell me to the highest bidder. I glared at her and told her I wouldn't. Then, as she was walking away, I said that she better hide that money before Frank found out. She had whipped around and smacked me. Hissing at me to never tell him.

I didn't really talk to her after that. I mean, there was no reason too. She is a bitch and didn't do anything for me. By the time I was twelve and a half, I could already make a decent meal. After so many burns and practices, I finally could eat more than a scrap of cold fries or a chunk of pizza. When Frank found out, he told me to start cleaning the house and making him food. He called me his personal slave. Not wanting him to rape me, I did whatever it took.

I started to become invisible to them. Which I was grateful for. When they'd have their 'friends' over, I'd make food and leave to go to the attic. Once, one of the men tried to rape me. I screamed and thrashed. The rest of the people in the house came to see what was going on, including Frank. They stank of alcohol and were looking forward to the show. If it wasn't for the naive boy and his family next door, I would've been on my death bed.

That was a year ago. Now, after all that, I'm 17 and so close to becoming 18. On the day I'm finally an adult, I will never come back to this horrible place. I already have two suit cases full of my clothes and special stuff to me. A huge zip-lock has almost 5,000 dollars that I have been saving since I was 12. I got good pay when I found out I was a decent artist. I drew paintings of all kinds and sold them to people.

A floor board creep snaps me back to the present. I freeze and look around. I still hear Frank's threat to rape me. He says it at least once a month. Sometimes I just want to yell at him to do it and stop with his petty threats. But they aren't just petty threats and I know he'll do it. That's what scares me the most.