Home alone once again... he always leaves me for drink.
I heard the door smash open, its Michael... i hear him fall over and scream my name. I walk down stairs to a drunken Michael layed on the floor helpless, i help him, the next thing i know he pushs me up against the wall by my neck, i struggle to breath.. im the helpless one now..
"OI YOUR A UGLY BITCH! WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE?!?" he screams in my face as i fall to the ground.
"YOUR SUCH AN ASS!" i scream as i run upstairs into the bathroom to clam myself down.
Iv'e been clean for so long... i dont want to start again. I was just about to slide the blade across my wrist when One Direction's song Little Things comes on, this song always makes me calm and makes me feel beautiful.. i love this boy band with all my heart, but they will never notice me. I heard a loud banging on the door, i jumped and hit in the cuboard, the door broke in two and the glass from the mirror smashed into tiny little pieces, he opened the cuboard and threw me across the floor on the pieces of glass, my arm started bleeding.. it was bleeding even more with every punch he was giving me, once he was done he walked out the bathroom, straight into bed and fell asleep. After an 20mins laying there in pain. i got my jackets,phone and keys and ran out the house... i NEVER wanna go back there again....
I slam the door behind me and i start to run, i stoppped and started to walk.. maybe London isn't the best place to go walk abouts at night but i can't stay in that house any longer, all the shops start to close and it starts to pour down with rain... perfect. I run to the nearest bus selter and stay there over night.
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Ficção Adolescentehii i'm Chloe Sutherland, i'm 18years old and.. yeah that pretty much it:) Well my favorite color is Red. Favorite animal is a Penguin:3 I'm really shy around new people. And i also have a boyfriend.. he's different:/ Well i guess he's alright:) . ...
