Unloved [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter Two

Something alarmed me and I snapped back to reality. It was my sister's high-pitched voice scorning me. Shortly after, I heard footsteps up the stairs.

" We're already 20 minutes late!", Rick screamed at me. I should've just went on downstairs because not doing so cause me to take a beating.

I squealed and screamed as Rick pulled me down the stairs by my hair. I shed a tear for every step that my head hit.

"Thank you Rick, nice to know you're good for something.", Emily said as she chuckled at me.

I layed on the floor. I tried not to let them see me cry because I knew that it would only make things worse.

"Awww, the baby's head hurts!", I heard Rick say in his annoying imitation baby voice. "Let's go Emily. We're already late. Fuck her. We have shit to do.", Rick continued.

They left me there on the cold hardwood floor of the living room. I just layed there. My head was pounding and felt like a million drummers and bass guitars were inside.

I couldn't take it so I decided that I would stay at home today. Afterall, who would miss me?

I ran to my room and frantically rambbled through my dresser to find my "paintbrush". I felt like "painting".

I finally found it and I hurried to the bathroom and I locked the door. I took the razor and I slashed and gashed until I felt completly satisfied. I felt my warm blood gush from the cuts I had made. I had never been happier. This was the most intense session ever. The blood flowed so smoothly from the cuts. My heart began to race and I took the knife to gash my skin again. I then heard a knock at the door. How typical. When I'm happy, someone bardges in or wants something.

I quickly washed my bloody bleeding arm off and wrapped something around it. I almost tripped myself running to the door. I then let out a clearly frustrated "Who is it?"

The voice replied " Your dad you fucking cunt! Open the goddamn door! I have to piss!"

I knew that if I didn't let him in quickly I would regret it, but I couldn't let him see the puddle of blood on the floor.

" Open this fucking door!", he growled at me with anger and frustration.

I reluctantly opened the door and he knocked me down trying to get to the bathroom.

I knew that he had made it. " What the fuck? What in God's name happened here?"

"M-m-my menstrual cycle is on.", I replied.

"What the fuck is that?", he asked in obvious confusion.

" It's my "period", I said.

" You could've just said that!", he yelled.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I'm just on pretty heavy. I-I-I need money for pads or tampons."

" Ugh! You fucking girls! Why couldn't God just have created men?!" , he said going in the bathroom.

I ran into my room and layed down on my bed and watched some TV. My dad came in shortly and threw two twenty dollar bills on my bed. "Go get whatever you need. I can't have you bloodying up my house!", he said and left.

I layed there and starting to stare at my mom's picture again. I began to notice her facial features in even more detail. She had long sideburns with wide eyes and slender cheeks. Her teeth were almost perfect. She has a streak on red in her hair and had peircing deep blue eyes.

I contemplated on wheather I should try to get some rest or to go out for some fresh air. I made it to the conclusion that I'd go and get some fresh air. I thought that it would do me justice.