I walked into the bathroom, I took a seat on the floor, gripping my rib in pain. I sit there and stare at the wall and cry.
My mom walks in holding rubbing alcohol and lemon juice. I look away fast. My dad walks in a few seconds later. She turns to him and asks, "Should we put rubbing alcohol on her face or lemon juice?" My dad looks at both and says, "Lemon juice." My mom grabs my head and I close my eyes real tight. She pours the lemon juice on my face where she hit me with the belt. I scream because she is hurting my rib and my face, it begins to burn real bad. It felt as if someone was holding my face into a fire. She dropped me to the floor. She noticed I gripped my rib. She laughs and walks out. My dad stands there and says, "Tomorrow you will go to the hospital. You tell them you were running in the woods and you fell and broke your ribs, tree branches scratched up your face." I nod and he walks out. I stand up and try to get to the basement as fast as I could. I walked down into it and lay on some newspapers, my mom made that be my bed. I cry and cry. I can't stand it. I want the pain to go away. I see a sharp piece of metal on the floor near me. I crawl to it and grab it. I grip it in my hands. I hold it to my wrist and I cut. I didn't cut deep. But it helped. I smiled. I took it to me thigh and cut my thigh. The pain all disappeared. I laid on the floor and closed my eyes.
Right when I dozed off I heard a slam. It was dinner watch. I hid the blade and my wrist. My dad snapped his fingers and pointed up towards the kitchen. I got up slowly and walked to the kitchen. I sat in the corner and watched my mom and dad eat. If I was caught not watching them eat, I didn't get to eat anything. So I watched them eat. They were eating barbecue ribs, potatoes, and macaroni.
When they finished my mom came to me and said, "If you didn't wear makeup you could get butter on your bread and some cheese. But, you decided to try to get all prettied up! So all you get is half a piece of bread!"
