Hero.

Chapter 1

All the memories came back as I sit alone in my room. Those horrible memories. My mother left us when I was ten and my father hits me. Leaving bruises on my arms and chest and sometimes my face. And I'm still trap in this hell. He occasionally whips me with his belt. Which leaves scars on either my back or legs. It's been going on for a few years now. He's been getting drunk almost everyday and hits me. Since I'm the oldest of two. While he hits me, he leaves permanent memories into my brother's head. And he has to witness. And my dad tells me if I ever tell anyone about this, he'll beat me to death. And I kept that promise every since.
I can't tell anyone. Even though I want to so badly. I just never have the energy to tell.

Since I'm frail. I barely eat food since my dad never cooks. So the only time I can eat is when he isn't home.

I'm hiding in my room, pulling out the razor from my dresser and slice it across my wrist.

I'm not concern about my health since I don't go to the doctor's. I can't even go outside. The only times are school, or when we go to see family.

This is worse than prison. I'd rather be anyone else but me.

At least to have a loving father and have a mother.

I look at the mirror on the wall. I don't see myself. I just see a lonely soul holding a small shaving razor in her hands.
It's like I'm alive, but barely breathing.

I feel like I'm underwater. But, the razor is saving me.
I look down at my heavily scarred arms.

My body slightly shaking.

I look to see an apple on my nightstand.

A big, red, juicy apple.

I lick my lips before coming and eating it.

I'm blessed to have Camden as my brother. An amazing thirteen year old.

I really want to get out of here. Get out of this living hell.

I put down the core of the apple. I look and see the shining razor. Almost covered in red blood.

I did one more cut as my other arm shakes.
This is my pathetic life.

What's the use of living if I'm dying? What's the use of having fun with our life if I'm living in hell? What's the use of anything?
I barely have friends at school, people are rude to me. Bullying me.

I just want to run away.

But, I'll just end up back here.

Back in hell.

Back to where my father beats me.

Back to where I don't have a perfect life.

Back to where I'm physically and emotionally dying.

What's the use?