Stop Bullying!

I Am Kim

Dear Diary,
My name is Kim. Kim Grace Lemon if you want to be exact. I go to Rowling Middle School. I don't like it there. The people don't like me either. I don't know why. I don't seem that ugly, but I've never had anyone to tell me that. You see, I don't have any friends. People just don't like me. It's not any better at home. My mom died when I was six. Dad has been terrible ever since. He blames it on me, says it's my fault mom died. But I know it's not true. I remember it vividly, just like it was yesterday...
Dad and Mom wanted to go on a special trip. They decided to take us to the mountains. Dad wanted it to be a surprise, so he didn't tell us. We drove separately. Mom took me and Dad took my sister Callie. While we were driving, an eighteen wheeler full of gas passed in front of us. But, they underestimated how big their truck was and Mom had to slam on the brakes. She was too late though. We hit the truck and both our car and the truck blew up into flames. That's the last thing I remember for the rest of my life being a six year old.
When I woke up, I was in the hospital hooked up to some machine keeping me alive. Apparently I was in a coma for eight months. When I woke up, I was seven. The doctors were getting ready to pull the plug on the machine. I would have only had another day or two to live. Dad says I was lucky. He was mad at me. He's been mad at me since. Says he'll make my life even worse so next time, I can pay attention and save some one. He says he's gonna make me wish I had died instead of her.
I am thirteen now, halfway through seventh grade. Dad has kept his promise. Every day, when I get home from school- smiling or not- he hits me. Hard. I have bruises and scars. I have a huge scar on my face from him throwing a knife at me once when I mentioned Mom. I have scars from cutting. I have bruises from being beaten. I've had multiple concussions from dad, but when anyone asks, he just lies and says that I fell off my bike or something. He's knocked me unconscious a few times. But only when he's really mad.
The only friend i have ever really had was Callie,  my sister. She's off at college, ten years older than me. She's not around anymore. My life really sucks. I've been to a mental hospital four times for trying to commit suicide. I try to stay positive though. It's really hard. Especially when I'm bullied and beaten. No body at school likes me. In fact, they gang up on me and bully me. The only person that likes me is the principal. She has refused to suspend or expel me twice. I got into fights. She knew I didn't start them and knew I wasn't a bad kid. She didn't want to give me a chance to get punished for something o didn't do or something that wasn't my fault.
'Course, she left. Got fired because of me. Cause she wouldn't punish me. She got fired. And was replaced with Mr. Black. He is my dad's best friend. He knows what dad does. He doesn't care. Suspends me the second another kid is hurt because of me. I've been suspended twice in the past month. He just wants me being hurt too, I know it.
Well, I have to go. I can hear dad calling my name and I can't keep him waiting. Goodbye and until we meet again, have a way better day than me.
~ Kim ♡