HELP!

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by fanficallie

by fanficallie

I am writing this in first person so pretend it's you and this is your life that you have to live.
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It was the last day of school FOREVER and I was so happy. Obviously I have always wanted to go to college but I couldn't afford it. I slumped on the bus and slipped my headphones in my ears like everyday, kinda of like a cycle.

And if it was a bad day then I would cry myself to sleep. People say crying isn't good for you but it lets me get all of my worries out of my body. I go numb and stare at the blank ceiling every night trying to keep a good mindset.

It's kind of hard to when your dad slaps you for dropping your pencil on the floor. Or when you accidentally don't make him his dinner in time. Or when you don't have any more money to give him so he can go get alcohol to feed into his addiction.

People don't know that though. No one knows that actually. I don't have any family left...only my dad. My mom died a couple years back from a "drug exposure" but it never made any sense. I was little and didn't understand much but I would always hear my dad throwing my mom around or screaming at her to do things for him.

It was my moms birthday and she wanted to go out to meet some friends but my dad didn't let her. She insisted but it only made him more angry. He hit her, he hit her a little too hard this time. I saw it. My mom. My gorgeous, caring, loving mother dead on the floor. I ran to my room and my dad heard. He chased after me and nothing has been the same since.

I stared out the window of the moving bus as it passed the little shops and houses. It was now my turn to get off even though I didn't want to. I stepped off the bus and it quickly drove away.

I could feel my dads anger already radiating from the small house across the street. He stood there in the front door frame. His figure was slumped over with his cane in his hand. He didn't need the cane...it was just another tool to beat me with. I took my headphones out and put my phone in my bag so it wouldn't get cracked if I got pushed or thrown. I walked slowly to the house, watching my father the whole time.

I got close enough to him and he hit my arm with the cane. "Get the fuck in the house right now!" I obeyed and quickly walked through the doorframe. I walked to my room and set my bag down. He surprisingly didn't follow me this time, he was probably just filling another glass of vodka or something I thought.

I looked around and saw my suitcase in the top of my closet on the shelf. It was already packed to go with most of my clothes shoved inside. I have pretty nice clothes considering I don't have any money, but that's only because I got them from my rich cousin who died from a car crash. It saddens me how I have a bag packed but no where to go and no money to support myself with. I did save like $20 so I could maybe get food but that's all I have.

I climbed up on my tippy toes and tried to get the suitcase down without making a lot of noise because I knew it would trigger my father to come running down the hall. I had to suitcase ready to go and I threw my backpack on my back. I slowly snuck down the hall and walked to the front door. I didn't see him anywhere but he is probably in the bathroom.

I was wrong. I was so wrong.

As I sneaked out the front door my dad was standing there on the porch with a cigarette in his mouth. I never knew he smoked and was surprised but didn't have time to think as he struck me on the head with his cane.

*CLACK!*

"WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU GOING YOU SLUT!? HUH WHERE ARE YOU GOING?" He yelled in my face making me tear up. "I'm getting out of here. You can have fun paying the bills now you asshole!" I yelled back with all of the strength I had. I started to run away, dragging my suitcase along the pavement behind me. I heard him yelling behind me as I ran. "YOU WILL ALWAYS BE A SLUT LIKE YOUR MOTHER!".

That's the last thing I heard as I kept running for my life. He hit my head really hard this time. Harder then all of the other times. I slowed down my pace a couple of roads down as my vision went blurry. I felt with my hand where he had hit me and saw red on my hands.

Blood. I was bleeding.

I kept running as fast as I could as my vision got blurrier and my balance was off. "HELP! HELP ME! PLEASE HELP!" I was screaming...at least I think I was. It may have just been my brain saying it and me not being able to talk. I took one last step and fell to my knees and everything went black.