Days have gotten harder with my mother. She only has a couple pints of blood left! It's Terrible! "Honey get my some water" my mother whispered. She could barley even talk! I got her some water and walked up to my room, crying. I feel like it's everyday that I go upstairs to my room crying because I think my mom is not going to live another second, you never know. Everyday I go to my room and write. But I'm still trying to figure out who to write too. I cant write to friends, I don't have any! I tried to think about writing to my dad, but I'm scared.
When I was 7 or 8 years old he abused my mother and my brother. My brother was in critical condition and my mother well just had bruises. Every time he started to scream I did not know what to do, I just sat there on the stairs, closed my eyes and covered my ears. After about a month or 2 of abuse, my brother was put into a hospital with critical conditions. He did not last a week, he died when I was about 9 years old. My dad got put into jail. 34 years- death in a little old jail cell
