I wake up and something feels odd, master wasnt cuddling up to me like he normally is so was worried, i know im just clingy but i got worried. I skip breakfast like i normally do and when im about to take my anti depressants i heard master come home. I ran up to him and hugged him like i normally do but without saying a word he pinned me to a wall and then did things which made me hurt in a way im unsure how to describe. It didnt help i was a jerk during the time he was hurting me which only made him hurt me more, he also took away my plushie. I heard my older brother trying to get in, crying his eyes out but master didnt let him in but i wish master would let him help me but at the same time i deserved this for being such a bad kitten.
Once master stopped hurting me i felt bad for being so mean to him, it was my fault he did it since i was a bad kitty so i punished myself by using my razor and cutting up my arm, but for some reason i liked it and master watched. By the time master lets me out of our room its already to late to take my happy pills so i just lay down and hope tomorrows a better day.
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Diary of a abused katt
Teen FictionWARNING suicide self harm abuse (cover is some old vent art i made- im okie now but in too lazy to make a new drawing)
