The Truth Hurts

Chapter 2: abuse

I stormed up to my room with tears in my eyes as I slammed the door shut.

I collapsed on my bed and started sobbing. I looked down at my arms and fresh cuts lined my wrist. I stood up, took off my shorts and shirt and went to look at myself in my mirror.

"I'm so ugly and fat!" I screamed at myself sobbing.

I went to my desk by my window and started searching  though it. I pulled it out and went back to the mirror. I closed my eyes and on one quick motion I felt a stinging pain in my stomach and fell to the floor. I removed my have from my stomach and looked at the fresh crimson blood coating my hands.

I crawled to the bathroom connected to my room and looked for bandages and antiseptic. When I found them I pulled the antiseptic directly on my wound and cried out in pain. I wrapped myself in the bandages and laid there sobbing.

The crimson color was soaking through the bandages while I laid there in pain. I heared pounding on the door and answered it without giving away that I'm in pain.

"What?!" I screamed.

"You're friends are here, you mistake of a child, I wish I didn't have you!" My mother called out.

"Let them in then you bitch!" Is what I wanted to say but instead said "Fine! Let then in!"

"Whatever!" My mother said.

I stood up feeling light headed and slowly walked to my room.

"Hello? Cris? It's me Carla!" I heard my only friend Carla call out.

"Come in!" I called back.

She stepped in with makeup in her hands.

"Guess what?" She said waving the makeup in my face.

I groaned as I knew what was coming next. Just as Carla sat down I heard my mother call me downstairs.

"Cristal you worthless child get your ass down here now!" She screamed.

I walked downstairs taking my tone as I knew what was going to happen next.

When I walked into the living room my assumptions were correct. My mother was waiting there with a Joshua and Heather.

"What!?" I said more as a demand than a question.

"Heather told me that at school you bullied her yet again!" My mother screamed at me.

I looked over at Heather now getting a better look at her and seeing that she had fake cuts and blood running down her cheek.

"It's ture she grabbed my hair and cut me with a razor blade!" Heather said.

I don't know what had come over me but I snapped. I walked over to her looked her straight in the eye and slapped her across the face making her fall to the floor. Holding her now red cheek she got back up and scoffed at me.

Without saying another word I walked back upstairs. I regretted that later cause I ever up get lasses across my back and cuts on my face. I hated my family I can't stand them. I want to end my suffering but there really is now good way to end it.

I can't run away from my problems forever....

can I?