Sacrifice

"Loser," they yelled. That's what people called me. My classmates, my teachers, and my dad. I felt the warm salty tears fall down my face. I remembered when they tugged on my hair, spat at my face, and when they pulled me to talk to them. It's been like this all my life, but my dad. He was the one who affected me the most. Every time he came over he'd lock me in the basement. I could hear the tears from my mom. He yelled WHERE IS IT! Every time my mom wouldn't answer him, he then would slap her and abuse her. Last year I remembered him saying Next winter you will regret this day, that you didn't give IT to me. His words echoed through my head. What was IT?
The day came when we moved to an apartment in the winter, the winter my dad said those thundering words. Now they were echoing louder than ever. Here in my new school nobody called me names, and I had so many friends I couldn't even count them. Everyone was so friendly I couldn't even believe it. Until this one day...