Loss Of The Stars

Chapter 1

I was just on my phone when I got home from school. It was a long walk from the school to my house.I was normal checking out social media.

But boy was I in for a ride
I should have gotten dinner ready but i must have forgotten. Mother hates to come home from work without seeing the house tidy dinner made.
So I was getting ready to take a shower when I heard the door slam.

Shit I said. Running down the stairs I had realized something my mother was home. Shit shit I forgot to make dinner.

As she walked closer to me I realized something mothers eyes. They were very red she must've done drugs.
Shit the beatings are worse when mother is high.

Come here you little fucking piece of shit mother said to me.
As I felt the first punch I could feel the hatred pass from her to me. She repeated the same thing.
You're worthless go die nagisa
Punch after punch.

I heard the same thing over and over crunching sounds.
She most definitely broke my nose.As I was trying to stand up she kicked me down with force.

Then kick after kick the same things happened. I was so used to pain. I didn't care she could kill me and I would be happy I want to die so bad.

She brought me into this world just so i could suffer.
Its not my fault I was born.
Then she grabbed me by my hair
Pulled me up just to slam me down again.

Repeated movements non stop
I could feel like this was the end
But I was at peace.
I didn't care about me anymore
I could feel myself fading away.
Slowly I couldn't see my mother any more.

The beatings now was nothing to me anymore. Then I passed out due to the pain.

I woke up on the floor blood rushing down my face and my body. She had hurt me worse than ever. I look at my surroundings I see nothing but pure darkness. I stand up but wince at the pain that is all over my body but mostly my nose.

I look and I see that my mother isn't home. Good she left I sighed with relief. I went upstairs to check how much damage she actually did to me.

I was shocked to see hurt me so bad. But at the same time why was I surprised she has always done this ever since I was a kid. Thank God she never had another kid.

My mother bringing another person to this life would be worse than it already was. I don't want a little brother of sister to go through the same thing I do. I'm glad I'm the only one but I was am the cause for her being mad doing drugs and god knows what else.

I don't wish that on anybody. To have a mother like I do to have someone torture you daily for what. She brought me into this world that's her fault. If only I was good enough for her but sadly I can't.

I look in the mirror and I realize something. The shirt I was wearing was covered in blood. Holy shit I said I look at my arms and saw blood oozing out.

She took her knives and cut me. While I was passed out. She had different torture knives for me.

I saw the damage the different types of shapes and sizes of the cuts. Damn those are gonna leave hella scars.

Fuck I yelled as I punched the mirror causing it to shatter into bits and pieces. Great just fucking great. Another reason for her to bitch and torture me about.

I didn't even wince at the pain the broken mirror caused. Broken glass in my arm blood oozing again. I don't care anymore it doesn't hurt me anymore.

That's the thing about pain. When you are so used to it, it doesn't even phase you. No more hurts cries and screams because you tolerate it.

I searched the bathroom in hopes to find the first aid kit. I left there since the first time mother started beating me. I found it went to my room I locked my door.

Just in case when she gets home. I started by taking out the tweezers and slightly and gently pulled the glass out of my hand. I winced once or twice but nothing out of the ordinary.

Since every piece of glass was gone from my hand. I decided to go take a shower like planned I got up unlocked my door and walked to the bathroom. I locked the door turned on the hot water.

As I bathed myself I couldn't help the tears that were streaming down my face. Why why did this have to happen to me.

What did I do to deserve this. But I have to be strong I know I will get out of this alive. I will not stay here and wait until she kills me.