The girl with the Hoodie

Dont touch my hood

I cower away when he comes with a shoe. I see him at the doorway looking angry. He hold my shoes in each hand. He comes closer and closer to me. Every step more frightened than the rest.

He comes up to me and just starts beating me with my shoes. The heels stinging my face and my stomach churning with each hit. He stops to look at me.

His face softens for a second then immediately goes back to he cold glare. He throws the shoes at me and then he kicks me in the face then stomach.

He grabs a knife. I scream bloody murder. Omg he's going to kill me. I see him having a debate in his head. He turns to me. He looks at me debating again. He comes closer and closer. Lifts me up by my hair.

He pulls the knife to my throat. I freak out. Then I realize that I would really like to be out of this world. He starts cutting. I feel so much pain.

He stops. Wait is he going to make me suffer. He then starts cutting my stomach. Blood pouring out my throat and stomach.

He then moves on to my arms. Starts slicing them. He moves on to my face. He hovers the knife over my cheek. He then drags the sharp metal across my cheeks.

He stops. He looks at me with guilt in his eyes. He drops it quickly then gets all mad at me. He pushes me on the ground.

He starts kicking me in the stomach. He starts kicking me in my face. He keeps kicking me in those places. Really hard I might add. I swear I have a broken nose and some broken ribs.

I try to get up. But he has other plans he pushes me back down. All the pain and loss of blood is making me weak.

I lose consciousness shortly after. I know he is still torturing me though. Me passing out has never stopped him before.

I think about what I did to deserve this. Oh right I did nothing. My dad is just angry that he doesn't get to wake up to his loving wife anymore.

My mom is in a coma. My mom was a victim of a drunk driver. She was hit. She got in a coma. She's been in a coma for 5 months now. 5 months of abuse from my father.

Just thinking about her is making me wake up. I'm surrounded with blood when I have woken. I'm so weak and I have bruises and slits all over my body.

I slowly and I mean slowly get up. I'm so weak. My stomach is purple and black. Oh that's not good. I'm surprised I'm even alive. I wish I wasn't.

I go to my bathroom and take a cold shower to clean up. After I'm done I take out a black hoodie, some black skinny jeans, a black t/shirt and some black shoes.

I'm too poor for colorful clothing. I'm not goth, well I don't want to be, I want to wear color but I wear the same three outfits every week.

I put all my clothes on and start walking to school. My face is completely covered with my hoodie. So no one can see my face. I get to school 15 minutes late. I sigh and then go in.

I go to my locker and wince with pain in my stomach area. I get my books and go to my first class. I open the door and everyone ignores me like usual. I walk to my seat. Sit down and tune out the teacher while drawing in my notebook.

I draw my dad standing over me with a knife while I'm on the floor with blood coming out everywhere.

The bell rings. I usually throw the drawing somewhere in the room so someone can see it. I leave it on the floor and leave the room. I go to my next class. Do the same thing. Tune out teachers and draw.

After 3 more classes I have lunch. I buy lunch and when I'm exiting I see the Ryan standing outside the doorway laughing at one of the tables.

I walk past ready for him to attack mentally. He goes behind me and starts pulling down my hood. I start freakin out because then the whole school will see my ugly face with scars.

I turn around so quickly and punch him in the nose. He falls back. Onto the floor. He gets back up ready to fight. I kick him in the stomach. Punch him in the face and that was one of my knock out punches cause he's out cold.

I look around to see everyone looking at me. I check to see if it's up and it was. I ran out of the cafeteria. I hate attention. I walk outside. Sit by a tree. I lower my head. Very disappointed that I did that.

I look up at the sound of a noise. I see that Jax one of the bad boys at the school. The table Ryan was looking at. He saw me lift my head so I lower it back down. He sits next to me so I have the reaction of getting away.

I got up slowly wincing from the pain in my stomach. But I head to another tree behind the school. Don't touch my hood.