Im the daughter...of Tony Perry?!

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"God, you never do anything right do you?!" My dad yelled at me.

"I-Im sorry. I promise I'll get another one." I stutter, keeping my gaze down on the floor.

I was doing dishes when hot water splashed on my arm and I dropped the plate I was cleaning on the floor, making it shatter into a million little pieces.

"Sorry isnt good enough!" he shouted before bringing his hand down and smacking me across the face. It stung like usual but doesnt mean it didnt still hurt. I cried out in pain as I fell to my knees.

"Get up!" he commanded.

I was wobbly trying to get up. He grabbed the back of my shirt and tore me up to my feet. He thrust me toward the sink and yelled for me to finish cleaning then go to my room. I waited till I heard the living room door close before I relaxed a little, leaning on my forearms againt the sink and bowing my head.

My names Delilah Tracey. Im 15 years old and have schizophrenia. Thats basically it really. My dads, well, my dad. Hes a abusive alcoholic who takes every bit of rage out on me. My mom died when I was 4 from lung cancer because she smoked since she was 14. Yes, even when she was pregnant with me. Its caused a little breathing problems but not much. Its just been him and I since then. And I've hated every day.

Hey, Delilah.

Jack called from beside me. Jacks one of my 'imaginary friends' ive had since I was little. He showed up around the time we found out my mom had cancer. She was always at the hospital and my dad wasnt really Sammy Sunshine seeing as though he'd soon be stuck with a kid, so along came Jack. Hes 16 and has black scene hair and a single lip and nose piercing. Hes pretty tall and lanky, like most scene boys. Hes a huge douche but its comforting to see him everyday. 

"What Jack?" I ask him, irritated as I pick up the dish cloth and a cup.

Delilah.

He sang, criss crossing his legs on the counter.

"What?" I ask again, placing the cup on the drying rack and grabbinf another.

Delilah.

"What?!" I scream at him, only to get the wrong responder.

"Shut up you annoying pest!" my dad yells from the living room. I hear glass shatter and know its a bottle.

Ohh, someones grouchy.

I glare over at Jack and finish up with the dishes. I clean up the broken plate and drain the sink before quietly making my way up the steps to my room.

As soon as my door closes, I sigh and let the tears fall. My face still stings a little but not as bad. I walk to my little bathroom and look at myself in the mirror. My cheek and part of my eye have already started turning dark and I can already tell its gonna be hard to cover it up with make up. I strip off my clothes and hop in the shower, letting the water beat away my troubles.

Oh Delilah.

Jack calls from behind me. I feel his hands on my shoulders and I become scared. He usually joins me unwantedily in the shower and I do my best to ignore him.

"Jack, just leave me alone." I push him away and grab my shampoo. I pour some in my hand and go to put it in my hair but Jack bumps my hand and shove it straight into my eye.

"Ow Jack!" I groan as I quickly try to wash it out before it does any real damage. My eye starts to water up and throbs a little. I glare over at a beaming naked Jack in the corner. He just smirks at me with his arms crossed over his chest.

Thats what you get for ignoring me.

He snickers before disappearing. I roll my good eye and finish washing myself. I turn the water off and step out in the cold air, feeling goosebumps decorate my body. I grab my towel and quickly dry off. When I get to my thigh I stop.

Old scars cover the once clean suffer. Man do I hate them. Theyre just a ugly reminder that nothing will get better. That im gonna be stuck in this house forever.  With my dad and Jack and all my demons.

I sigh and get dressed in old sweat pants and a old BMTH sweatshirt. Its 11 at night so I decide to go to bed. I shuffle over to my small twin sized bed and crawl under the blankets, seeking the warmth that will take a while to build. As I lay there, I feel something hop up onto the bed then a soft meow. I smile slightly and look down to see my cat, Oli, walking up to me. His bright green eyes shine up at me as he comes and lays down beside me, curling up into my chest. I have no idea how ive kept him a secret for so long. My mom gave him to me for my birthday but my dads hated him ever since he laid eyes on him. After she died he threw Oli out but he kept coming back. Only at night though and disappears in the morning.

I reached out and pulled him close to my chest, loving the sound of his soft heartbeat and his constant purring, letting it drift me off to sleep.

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Hello my lovelies, hope you enjoyed the first chapter of my new story. I will go ahead and warn you now( I will also warn you when its going to happen in a chapter) that my story does contain real life schizophrenic behavior and I do not mean it to offend anyone who maybe related to or has it. It also has some abusive situations and Im sorry for anyone who is going through something like that. I myzelf do not have any personal expeirence with it but hate it just as much.

Just trying to make it interesting for you.

Ok I believe this AN has gone on far enough...

And im still typing...

Yeah im gonna stop now