I wake up as the usual and walk down the stairs. I don't see the point in living. My brother is screaming at me and my parents don't care about me. Anyway I go into the kitchen and there is my brother I'm terrified because last time he hit me and I was bruised for days. I start to walk out and my dad tells me to get ready for school. I huff and say okay. He screams at me because of how I huffed at him."I don't care how moody you are don't dare ever huff at me again young lady or I will kick you out"
I launch myself on my bed and start to cry. I look at my sleeves I wondered how long I can go without people thinking I'm crazy I don't understand what the point in being me is anymore.
I walk out the door and get in the car. My brother hits me with a stick and my mum stands there and laughs. I thought to myself today couldn't get any worst. But as I said that it got worst and worst. I didn't know if I could take it anymore. I walk into school as the normal and see my boyfriend. I wave and he smiles. "Amber are you okay?" "Brad I'm fine thank you how are you? You seem down?" "I'm fine just tired" (bells rings). We both walk to class and sit in our sits. I cautiously walk up to the teacher to ask for paper. Of course I get yelled at I didn't know what to do. I stood there looking blankly.
Note^^^
I will be writing everyday so there will be quite a few parts ☺
