Never in my life, did I think that I would go to Starship Children's Hospital, Auckland New Zealand. Ever.
But I did. And that's where I am now, for the weekend at least.
It started Thursday night when mum saw me hunched over on my bed. She came in and asked me what was wrong.
'It feels like someone is following me" I replied.
She left. I guess she went out to the lounge to talk to dad. I was right.
Dad called me out a few minutes later.
"What?!" I yelled back. "Come here please." he replied.
"Kay!"
"What do you want?" I asked, when I got down there.
"What's wrong?" my dad asked
"Nothing, ok. Just leave it".
"No, you're going to tell me now", he replied.
"No."
"That's it", he yelled. And that's when the kicks came.
One to the left side of my hip and another to my right.
Screaming in pain, he grabbed my neck and pushed me over to the chair.
Only had the horrors just started.
Mum was sitting on the opposite chair, mocking me. Everything I did, from shaking to my facials. She was mocking me.
I screamed at her, told her to shut the fuck up and leave me alone. That only caused more trouble.
The hits came almost instantly to the right side of my head.
Screaming in pain, I swore more.
"FUCK YOU!!!"
And more hits came to the left side of my head, leaving a big red bruise on my forehead.
By this time I guess I had learned that if I swear, I would get hit. So I kept my mouth shut, the tears falling down my face.
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Teen FictionThis is my story and my fight with depression. The good sides to it and the bad. My struggles so far and how I've overcome them, how they've made me a better person.