Save me

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I stare at my ragged fingernails, watching as a droplet of blood rolls down. My arm is on fire, small moon shaped slices decorating it. Scarlet wells up from the cuts, and I suck in air as I dibble water onto my arm, pressing toilet paper to it. Just another shitty day. Like every day spent with my family.
I finish cleaning my cuts up, slapping band aids onto them haphazardly. I look at my bruised legs, the purple splotches that I caused.
I leave the bathroom, hurrying to my room. I reach it unharmed, and close it and slide down to the floor. Peace and quiet...
"Hey!" My mom's sharp voice hits my door, and I flinch, preparing my mind as I open my door.
"Yes?" She glares at me, cold brown eyes drilling into mine. She points at a large basket of laundry.
"Make yourself useful and fold it." She growls, leaving as I sigh in relief. I plod over to the clothes and begin folding, my hands pressing and smoothing wrinkles. She treats my like I'm her maid. So does my dad. They only care about my little sister. Of course. She's the cute one. The normal one. Daddy's little girl, Mommy's miniature.
Why should I fold the laundry when they can do it? Frustration boils in my throat as I hear my little sister watch TV, the slurp of her juice box. The crinkling noises as my mom reads a magazine. The clicking sounds of my dad on his computer. And me. Folding everyone's fucking clothes. Because I'm useless. A waste of life. Nasty.
I sigh again, taking a break to peel my band aids away from my marks. They're puckered up, little drops of blood peeping to the surface. Good.
I finish folding, and think of my parents. Evil in their own ways.
My dad. He acts "nice". It's weird, he's cruel to me in a strange way. He'll drag me to the mall when I'm sick, he'll force me to go to a restaurant I hate, yelling at me if I don't want to eat, calling me pathetic when I cry. Being mean in his own twisted way.
My mom. She's the worst. She'll hit me, punch me, slap me, sneer at me, call me names. She says I'm useless. A waste of life. Then they both say they love me.
I don't understand.
They don't understand.
Why?