Not a killer???

5

    Hallo!! I'm not gonna be able to update much because 7th grade is hard keeping me busy. Homework and all that shit. I've had five tests ever since school started, which was two weeks ago. I have to study and I'm tired all time. I fell asleep in my cyber foundations class, my favorite class. We were watching WALL-e because we had a test on it. Like, WTF?! What does WALL-e have to do with school? I'm doing great in art, but I keep taking my art binder home, and I'm not supposed to. I have about three new friends. Kallie, GG, and Joshua. Kallie is pretty cool. Joshua is shy and he don t talk much, so I don't know how to describe him. GG is cool, too. We had a pep rally in the gym and all the Seventh graders had to sit on the fucking floor!! And some cheerleaders did a dance, and one of the lyrics of the song they danced to was "DANCE LIKE YOUR DADDY!"  

        What the hell?! The dance was inappropriate, too. It looked way too much like the girls were twerking. The football team was directly in front of the girls, too. WTF. Anyways, here you go, New Chapter!

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          Nothing new happened. I have a black eye, a birthday present from dear old step dad, and a busted lip, step dad again. He'd left me outside, coughing on my own blood. I had climbed up a tree and snuck into my room, hiding in my small bunker. Shaun had stomped around, cursing everything while I was slitting my thighs. I had bandaged them and left the safety of the tiny room. I had went into the kitchen, grabbed some food, and ran. I stayed in my room for the rest of the day until Nano came home. I left and hung out with him till I had to go to bed. And that was what happened last Friday. Now, it was Monday. The weekend had been quiet, since I had spent the night at Michelle's house. I had to go home Sunday night, because of school, and I had gone straight to my room. Shaun wouldn't dare to come in. He knows what happened last time. He doesn't want to see that side of me again.

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(Two months ago)

         I sat in my room, waiting for Shaun to call me. Instead, he barged into my room. He grabbed my wrist and bent my arm behind my back. "Bitch." , he growled. He came into my room like he owned it. I felt angry. The kind of angry that makes you kill. I reached my free arm back and clawed his face. He shouted and let me go. "Asshole!" , I screeched as I kicked him again and again. I took one of my razors and I cut his wrist. "See how you like it, jerk!" , I hissed, slamming his head on my knee. I brought my elbow down on his back, hitting him right between his shoulder blades. "This is my room!" I grabbed his hair and slammed his face onto the hard wooden floor repeatedly. I made him look at me and I sneered in his face. "Don't come in my room!" I pressed the razor on his nose, relishing in his shouts of pain. I cut of a chunk of meat and crammed it in his mouth. "Eat, you pig."

          He shook his head, his eyes displaying his fear as I went to cut his lip. I started at the bottom of his jawline and went up, cutting deep. I scraped his teeth as I sliced his bottom lip completely in half. I threw the bloody blade down and sat on his waist, keeping him down. I began to pummel his face with my fists, feeling the blood stain my hands. I felt a crazed grin spread across my face as he stopped grunting. He was silent as I continued to hit him. I got up, feeling satisfied with myself. "Fuck you." , I growled, kicking his head. I left and brought back a bucket of boiling water, pouring at all over him. He woke immediately and started to scream. I shoved a sock in his mouth, muffling his shouts. He got up and ran away, leaving hot water and blood on my floor. "Asshole!!" , I shouted. 

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         He continued to beat me even after I brutally attacked him. I can still remember the pleasure I got from making him hurt. I had went insane for a few minutes. He never comes into my room for the fear of me, yet when I'm out of my room, the beatings get worse and worse. That's why I stay in my room a lot. Shaun can't touch me here.