A Little Too Late

chapter 1

Image waking up every day in Hell, waking up to pain and rejection. My name is anna rose Williams and every day I wish I wasn't alive. I ask myself every day, who did I wrong to be going through this. At the age of 5, my mother abandoned me with my father because of his abuse, but I always wonder why she never took me with her, when she ran away. I know the only reason why my parents got married was that my mom got a parent and her parents force them to get married. So, when she ran away my father and his new wife turned their hatefulness toward me. At first, when Susan and my dad got married, she was so nice to me, making sure that I was fed and well dressed. When I turned 10 years old, she changed for the worst. It first started with a slap here and there, but as time went by those slaps turned into full punches, kicks, being whips and starving.

I mean I will be lucky to get if I eat good food for two days in a row. Somedays I will eat food from the trash since that is my only option. "Anna Rose!!!" my dad yelled bringing me out of my thought. "yes, sir?" I said running to the Livingroom. "where the Hell is my damn food?" he said. "it's in the kitchen" I replied. He only grunts and went to the kitchen and starting eating. Oh God, I am so hungry. I have only been eating the scraps from the trash. "MOVE you slut," Susan said pushing me out of the way. She sat down and started eating. "go to your room, we will call you after we are done," Susan said. I simply nodded and began to walk away, when I pulled back by my hair. I fall to the floor from the force of my hair being pulled. I looked up and saw Susan standing over me "YOU DISRESPECTFUL BITCH!" she screams in my face and kicked me in my stomach. "WHAT IS SUPPOSED TO BE YOU RESPONSE??" She screams as she continues to kick me "YES MA'AM" I scream out in pain.

I drag myself out of the kitchen with all the little strength I had. When I finally reach my room in the attic and push myself in the Connor and cry. I looked at the blade next to my sad excuse of my so call a bed. I reach for it and held it in my hand. I brought it close to my wrist. Just when I am about to end it all. I heard a voice in my head "don't do it. Hold on a little bit longer" the same voice I always hear in my head every time I try to end this sad and miserable thing; I call my life. "ANNA" I heard called my name to called... oh excused me I meant yelled. I pulled myself up and drag myself downstairs. I enter the kitchen "yes, sir?" I whisper. "clean this kitchen up and make sure that this house sparkly clean" my dad said. "yes, sir" I answer. With that, they left the house. I walk to the trash and saw all their leftovers and the little food I left in the pot for me to eat later all in the trash. I reach in the trash and took the little I can and sat on the floor and ate it. After I was done, I started my daily chores.

I spent all day cooking and cleaning. Praying that I finished before dad and Susan come home and see him clean because I know it will not end well for me. The last time they came home and saw me still cleaning, well let's just say I still have the scars to remind me of the indecent. Just I place the last plat on the I heard them coming in the house. "I see you learn your lesson," Susan said smiling. She walked past me and went to the table. My father didn't even a knowledge me, but I'm used to it. I just stood there and watch them eat. "Get out," my father said. "yes, sir" I replied. I waited for them to finish eating. After thirty minutes I had my being called. I went downstairs, "yes ma'am?" I said. "clean up, you have one hour to finish cleaning. After that I want you in your room do you understand?" she said "yes, ma'am" I said. As she was walking away, she turns to me "I know how much food we have in this how if one piece or anything goes missing you will regret it. oh, and my sweet Anna I make sure I help you by taking the trash out myself. Goodnight" she said and left. "yes, ma'am. Thank you, ma'am," I said with tears in my eyes. I went on and clean as fast I could and thank God, I was able to be done in the period. After I was done, I went back to my room and sat on my bed and look at the blade again, then I remember the words from earlier and pick the blade up and place it underneath the bed. I lied down on the bed "I don't know how much longer I hold on" I said as I cried myself to sleep.