*Avion's POV*
I ran up the stairs and closed my door locking it. I heard his footsteps pound up the stairs and he banged on the door with his huge fists. I leaned against my door praying he would go away and spare me. But the pounding came again.
"Open up you little bitch I know you're in there!" Came my father's voice obviously he was drunk.
Tears streamed down my face and the door began to shake and my shitty little lock wasn't going to hold forever it was bound to snap. I pushed against the door trying to keep it closed. Why me? Why? I did nothing to deserve this...but rather it be me than someone else right? I felt my door shake and I watched the lock slowly break.
"Let me in!!!" My father yelled.
I ran to my closet and quietly closed the door huddling in the back corner. That's when my bedroom door lock snap and the door fly open hitting the wall inside. I was shaking like a leaf I covered my mouth to keep my sobs in. I heard his footsteps approaching the closet. I felt rooted to the floor. The closet door knob twisted and it was pulled open. My father silhouette came in the door and that's when he grabbed me and dragged me out.
"LEAVE ME ALONE!!!" I shrieked crying.
"You know you can't hide from me!"
A punch landed to my face and my eyes rolled back dazed. I struggled and tried to get away but he had an iron grasp on me. I was smashed onto the floor landing on my back suddenly his hands were around my neck and I was fighting for air. I gasped in little gulps of air and reached for the nearest object which happened to be my shoe. But when I got a hold of it I used it and hit him in the side of the head which stunned him and caused him to move. As soon as his hands left my neck I sucked in huge gulps of air. I was about to get up until I was yanked back by my hair.
"AH!"
"You never hit me ever" he growled into my ear.
"LET GO OFF ME! HELP SOMEBODY!" I prayed someone would hear me.
But no one else did previous nights when this occurred. My father began dragging me by my feet and I struggled my nails causing marks on my floor.
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I layed on my bedroom wishing I was dead. Believe me I wanted to be I really did. I could feel the blood trial down face I wanted to wipe it away but was in too much pain to care. I don't know how long I had been laying on my bedroom but pretty soon I heard snores from my father's bedroom. I waited for a few minutes and I managed to drag myself to the bathroom. Using the toilet I pulled myself onto my feet and I looked at myself in the mirror. It was night a pretty sight. My eye was bruised and turning purple. My lip was split my nose had dried blood on it. I'd hate to see what the rest of my body looked like. I used a wet washcloth and washed off what I could of the blood. My fingers didn't look great they had dried blood on them too. I was trying to grab anything including the floor to pull myself away. My hands shook as I held the washcloth I looked at my wrists. My once smooth skin now had scars from the cuts and attempted suicides over the years. Seeing as how I'm still alive I clearly failed. I looked at my reflection in the mirror hoping that the girl looking back at me wouldn't be me. I cried softly to myself and made my way to my room closing my door I was got to lay on my bed and just cry. I made it to the bed and just sat down looking at the floor. There were jagged marks across the floor from my struggle and the little pool of blood where I had been laying after my horrific pain was ended.
That's when I knew what I had to do. I went to my closet and pulled my duffel bag from my top shelf and started to pack all my stuff. Throwing my clothes in the bag I picked up one of my many hidden razors I sighed and put it in the pouch with my other ones that I gathered. I started shoving anything I could into the bag. My Ipod, my charger, make-up, toothbrush, wallet, and some money that I had. I took the framed photo off my dresser and just looked at it. My older brother Caleb died before my mother left. I was ten and he was fourteen. My fathers pride and joy unlike me. He died in a car accident on his way home from one of his soccer games. That hit me really bad he was the only brother I had and I loved him. If he was still alive today he would be twenty one and probably very happy with his life. I kissed the picture and put it in my bag and zipped it closed. I looked out my window it wasn't that far down I put my duffel bag over my shoulder and made my way out of my window. As soon as my feet hit the ground I took off getting as far away from from my house as I possibly could.
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I ran until I thought my lungs would burst. I needed to find somewhere to sit and catch my breath or something. What I really needed was water. I had no idea how long I had been running and I didn't stop to think about it. My anxiety took over, slowing to a walk I unzipped the pouch in my bag and pulled out one of my razors. I brought it to my skin and drug it across watching the blood spill down and trial onto the ground. I did it repeated to both wrists.
"I just want to die" was the last thing I uttered until I collapsed and fell victim to a sea of darkness.
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Well this is the first chapter hope those who read will be interested and keep the reading. I worked really hard on the chapter and it's now 2:00am
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