Chapter One
I was tired of it all.......everything.....my life wasn't fair and at times it was cruel and cold not worth living for. And every time I opened up my eyes my drunken father's hands would be around my throat his vile words seeping through my skin locked inside my mind placed in a dark corner where my imagination runs wild,I really didn't care much for any important things like cars.....friends....and my life. Kayla is my only friend and every time I go to school with bruises on my back and arms and face she freaks out and asks me questions that never concern her to begin with. The only way to protect myself was to ignore her questions because if I answered them I would break down,I felt pain and sadness and anger that my life sucked compared to others their lives were better than mine....and I wanted their lives....I wanted to be free but of course I was only 16 and no living relative wanted a broken child....no one would want me.
My relatives didn't want some goth kid ruining their perfect lives,but I would do anything to get away from the monster that lives at home and tortures my very mind...but no relative wanted a kid who they thought would be a bad influence. So I guess I was on my own. Walking through the double doors of my house I can already tell just by the putrid odor that my father was home.....but something was off....he had a broken beer bottle in his hand sending waves of terror through me. Looking at the clock I saw that it was past my curfew.....and he wasn't happy...in fact he got up and his face was contorted in rage the broken edges of the bottle catching the rays of light coming off the t.v. "I thought I told you Boy that your curfew was 8:00! What time is it! Huh!" I didn't wait for him to make the first step I ran up the stairs my mind racing as a strong hand slammed against my back. "Your pathetic your worthless to me boy! your a piece of shit just like your mother was! she was fucked up!" he yelled lunging at me and grabbing my leg and yanking me back down the stairs screaming I tried to get him off of me but he was stronger.....alcohol did that to him....made him stronger....made him...a killer. "Your a bastard! because of your mother!" he screamed while he picked me up by the throat and dangled me from the wall struggling for breath I gasped and stuttered my body shaking. "Your a little gay bastard! you should have...." smiling he threw me against the wall over and over the wall cracking and splintering.
My migraine kicked in as my father kept slamming my head over and over into the wall screaming while tears welled in my eyes I kneed him in the gut he grunted and dropped me. Not waiting for him to get his breath back I ran but he grabbed a chair and flung it at my bruised back sending my flying head first into the stairs. "Stop! Please dad your drunk Stop!" my lower lip was busted and my eyebrow was cut but my father's eyes burned with fury. "I should have gotten rid of you long ago!" He bellowed...but then an idea struck him,and I knew.....from the look in his eyes when he picked up his broken beer bottle that my life......however small and fragile it was.......it was over.....I got up and ran up the stairs faster than anything before and ran to my room slamming and locking the door moving a chair underneath the knob I look around quickly and grabbed my backpack then shoved some boxers and briefs with shirts and pants in the mix. I couldn't stay not when my life was in danger but out on the streets in a town that was full of creeps.....I was better off with my drunken father. Tears welled in my eyes and I grabbed the picture of my mother she ran like me when I was ten she ran and never came back....of course her body ended up in Bones Lake....chuckling softly I laughed mentally at the grim joke, slipping on my cross necklace I heard pounds and the harsh words being spoken. My father...looking toward the door I see that the chair was moving and then fall to the ground my eyes widened and my heart leaped to new heights in my chest terror written plain on my face when I ran to the window and threw it up. When the door bursted open and my father grabb me by the back of my shirt and slammed me on the bed taking the broken edge and stabbing it into my stomach.
My eyes widened as I felt my shirt soak with my blood staring into the eyes of my killer...my father....rage and fury drove him to madness and he stabbed 2 more times I couldn't scream I just let out little whimpers as he took out the broken bottle and dropped it to the floor. My blood pooled on the bed dripping slowly on the floor while I swallowed the lump in my throat my father smiled and ran out of the room down the stairs and out the door as I closed my eyes and forced myself to sit up. The pain was to much as I grabbed my backpack and looked out the window....it was so far down to the ground but I could only think of how I would be dead before I even hit the ground,I hope God would save me before then. I could only hope. Closing my eyes I got onto the windowsill and jumped.
