They're not that bad

Chapter one

You where walking -no- limping home from school. You where always bullied at school because you where different. You didn't talk, even when the teacher would call on you. You stayed inside when the other kids went outside to go on the playground. You liked to read, i fact you where a whole grade above average when it came to reading. The last thing you where made fun of was the fact that you couldn't look people in the eyes. You would get lost in them finding every detail and would stop paying attention to what they there saying. So because of this you would look at there lips to help you concentrate on what there where saying. You didn't mean to be rude or anything you just couldn't help it. The reason you where limping was because earlier when you where walking home three boys from your kindergarten class came up to you and started to push and shove you. When you fell they started to kick you. It didn't hurt as much as when your dad did it but it still hurt to you because the only food you got was the lunch at school. Yes, even at home you where to safe. Your father would beat you and never gave you food. He did this because when you where about to be born the doctors saw you where coming out feet first and not head first. (Babies can't come out feat first or they could become hurt, i no this because it happened to my aunt with my cousin) Because of this they had to do a C-section. During the operation your mother lost to much blood and died. Your father now blamed you for her death and the only reason you where with him was because he wanted to give you the same pain as he does. He didn't talk to you. Not even when he was beating you. He would just look at you with an empty look in his eyes.

You took a deep breath and opened the front door to your house. Not a moment after you put your book bag down on the ground did an empty beer bottle come hurling at your head. It missed you and hit the door instead. Though the broken glass did hit your back and made you wince from the pain. Your father soon came to the door and held onto the wall for support because he was drunk as always. Now that you think of it you have never seen him sober before. He came to you and sneered as if he was looking at a fly that needed to be swatted. And that's what he did. He slapped you square on the cheek. It stung and the force made you move your head to the side but you stayed quiet knowing full well it would only make it worse. He then picked you up and threw you back on the floor. This made you whimper quietly, hoping it would go undetected by your father. It didn't. He smirked at your pain and kicked you repeatedly. After ten minutes if this you pretended to have fainted hoping it would make him stop. It did. He kicked you one final time and left to get another beer from the kitchen. When he was out of ear shot you slowly got up and winced again at the pain all over. You knew you had to get out of here and you had to get put now. You ran upstairs to your room with your backpack and emptied your school supplies. You grabbed some clothes and your favorite books. When you zipped your bag you made a dash for the door. Lucky your dad wasn't there but you gulped seeing the small blood pool from where you just where. You went to the bathroom stuffing in pain pills and bandages. With that you opened the door and ran never looking back.

//sorry it was so short.//