I walked into the hallway and sat down, on my hands. That was my rules, when I was done with homework I have to sit in the hallway and wait for my dad.
My dad walks in and sees me and walks to me. He says, "Your lovely mother told me." I looked at him. I'm only allowed to look at daddy in the eyes and face. He speaks again, "She said she noticed that you were wearing makeup." My heart stopped. When I get to school Mary lets me borrow makeup and I put it on in the mornings. Then before I go home I rush to the bathroom and wash it all off. I forgot to do that today. My dad makes a mad face and says, "You deserve nothing! You can only get what we give you! We never said you can wear makeup! Even if we did, it's not going to fix anything!" He swings his arm back and I flinch and he smacks me hard right across me right cheek. I used to throw my arm in front of my face and block it, but that's why they made a new rule about me sitting on my hands.
I fall to my left and hold in my scream. I lay on the floor hopeless. I cry and he walks away and my mom comes in and grabs my hair and slings me up and yells, "DON'T YOU EVER WEAR MAKEUP UNLESS WE GIVE IT TO YOU!" She lets go of my hair and I fall to the floor. I hug my knees and cry. Thoughts run through my head, 'when you go to the bathroom use your mothers sweater she leaves in there and hang yourself, so then the suffering will be over, people will be happier. Mom and dad will live happier lives.' But, I push those thoughts away. Next place I have to go to is the living room, so I get up and walk off to the living room with tears running down my face.
