the girl laid in bed tired at 4:30 in the morning, knowing she needed to sleep, she grabbed her phone and turned on music. her dad gets home at 5:37 avery morning and she knew if he got home and she was still awake she would not have a good time. but that day was her birthday. She couldn't stop thinking about it. Her 15th birthday, but her dad still treated her like a child. she just kept thinking "i'm not a kid anymore. i'm not a kid anymore." she wished her family would treat her as a teenager. not just a child. the only person that understood her and treated her right was her best friend, Anna. Anna was the best. Anna- my thoughts were interrupted by my dad slamming the door to the living room waking up almost everyone in the house. anyway, i stretches and got up, walking through the door that connects my room to the living room to greet my dad. of course he said "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING UP?" and slapped me. like he does every time i'm awake when he's home. ever since my mom died he's been drinking and abused my sister till she left the house. she tried to take me with her but my dad called the police on her and i had to stay. he broke her phone that night so i can never contact her again. i miss her, a lot. i worry about her constantly. my thoughts were interrupted once again with a "YOU BETTER ANSWER MY QUESTION, GIRL!" and a push to the ground. "i- i couldn't sleep thinking about my birthday, and ...Emily.." i replied. he's told me before to never mention her name in our house again. "WHAT'D I SAY ABOUT HER NAME?!" he screamed, "uhm.. don't say it?" i questioned. "uh YEAH. DON'T SAY IT." he said walking away "GO TO SLEEP" i wanted to die. i landed on my wrist and i think i might've fractured it. i went back into my room to lay down and try to make my wrist feel better. I decided to text Anna, "hey girl! you awake? :)" Anna didn't respond until 5:46 "gah! sorry lady! i was sleeping" my dad came in my room and tried to take my phone away from me. "HEY I PAY FOR THIS! THIS IS MINE! NOT. YOURS." i say
"I DON'T CARE YOU'RE GROUNDED!"
"great.." i mumble, then yell "MOM WOULDN'T HAVE GROUNDED ME!" his facial expression dropped, "i-....i-" he looked at me with tears in his eyes. "go away" i say. "go away, go away, GO AWAY, GO AWAY, GO AWAYYYYY!!!!!!" not noticing the tears. he stomped out of my room and i slammed the door as hard as possible.
