Daughter of the beast

Another chance

      I sniffled as i sat on the ledge of the rooftop of my own abandoned building and just cried. that was the thing i barley did. i barley cried. i sucked it up and sighed. "You know it's ok to cry right?" i shook my head. "No it's not." he sat beside me and he had a jacket and a blanket in his hands. "Look i know." "No you don't know dad. I know you're trying and i appreciate it but you don't know what happened while you were gun." "Oh yeah?" "Give it a try." "You cut yourself everyday after i left because you wanted the pain away but you stopped for awhile but i don't know why. your mom started abusing you for who knows why and you left that's why your stuff is in this abandoned building. so i just got that form looking at you so you wanna fill in the rest or i can start analyzing again." i sighed. "I still do cut but that's not the point. Mom did it because after she found out she blamed me for your death. she blamed me for everything that went wrong. she got drunk everyday and high every night. she went t jail and i got everything from your money and hers because she couldn't use it. I've never used it only for certain things but never. 10 months ago i was walking home from a walk in central park when they came for me. they injected me and strapped me down to a metal table and kept saying she's just like him. somehow i knew it was you. the guy just kept on telling me that i was the same as him and it was two scary for him but would be the best solider type of deal. i ran after the fourth month. a guy let me out. he was young but not old either. i was scared and all i kept on thinking was that maybe you were still out there." i started crying and my dad just hugged me. "Dad i don't feel right." he looked at my shirt as did i and the wounds were bleeding. i blacked out.