Misery

Chapter one

My name is Imogen Astrid . And if you haven't of guessed Iam the famous girl whose all around school . Everyone knows who Iam . All thanks to Zoe Patroni ! Iam so grateful for all the advice she gave me . I feel free now ! No dad , no mum , no rumours , no anyone . Just me and the clouds . It's heavenly really . I bet your wondering what Iam talking about . Well , I suppose now Iam gone you can know everything . I don't care if you judge , if you hate or if you love what Iam about to tell you but just be aware that this is why Iam 6 feet under .

It all started when my mother got ill . I was 10 years old and I had to be taken home early . My father rushed me to the hospital and showed me what I had done . It was fault , Obviously . It always was . See my father had always wanted a son but god gave him a girl . My mother was over the moon . However father was just disgusted . During my birth my mother had complications she had a haemorrhage and nearly died . After that she has never been the same .

She had a lot of complications with her periods and she began to grow benign tumours a lot on her ovaries . Then that one time that she was meant to go for her smear but missed her appointment  because of work , everything went wrong . She collapsed shortly after dropping me of at school and was rushed to hospital . That was when my dad came and picked me up . It was horrible to see her on that bed crying and crying . I knew that this time it wasn't a benign tumour but a cancerous one . It broke our family . My dad turned to drink and drugs . I was left to care for mother .

After finishing year five I went into year six . All we were taught was how to revise for our SATS and how to cope under pressure . I never payed attention . I was worried about my mother being home alone with my father . My father had changed after my mother started chemo . He began to not love my mother . He hit me on a daily basis and never looked at my mother .

I understood that it was difficult to see my mother in so much pain . But I was staying strong and I tried to talk to him but he pushed me away . That's when I fell down the stairs . My friend at school , Marnie , noticed I was getting bruises .

She told the teacher and the teacher kept asking me what was going on . I was so annoyed at Marnie . That's when our friendship went down hill . I snapped at her . " Marnie Gibson !" I screamed .
She turned around . " Iam sorry I was worried about you ! " I reared up and clenched my fists . " Marnie if you were worried or wanted to know what was wrong then why didn't you just ask instead of getting the teacher . " Marnie teared  up . " Iam sorry . I didn't think . I just know things are harder now that your mum has can-" I could feel steam coming out of my ears . " DONT YOU DARE BLAME MY MOTHER !! JUST BECAUSE SHE ILL DOES NOT MAKE IT OK FOR YOU TO CHANGE AND GIVE ME SYMPATHY ! IAM STILL ME AND MY MUM IS STILL MY MUM !" I never spoke to Marnie again .

When I got home that evening I cried and cried . My mum walked into my room and hugged me . She kissed me and said "It's ok baby" I looked her up and down and she had no bruises . I thanked the lord and just prayed that my father kept using me as his punch  bag and never my mother .

As the year progressed my mother got sicker  and began staying in hospital more . My father began disappearing for hours ever night . I was left home alone . School began to get harder . I had no friends and i had failed every practice test . All the teachers began to have talks with me and I was put into support groups . Every night I came home crying .

On the day of the SATS I came to school and tried my best . But I only answered one question . I fainted . I had to be rushed to hospital because I had gotten a eating disorder . Bulimia . School didn't help . They got told about it and began telling everyone that they had to help look after me . No one did they , just called me anorexic .

Then highschool came .