On Hold

After I win my race, I walk back. 10 km to my house. No mum but a dad, an abusive father, who cared nothing of me. I guess a way to describe me is worthless.

Tears stream down my face and the wind repetitively slaps me. His words just circulate my brain. Worthless, slut, waste of space nothing. Nothing. Nothing. I can deal with every thing else except nothing. If I die I'm actually worth 10 000 im not a slut, in actually a virgin, I'm not actually a waste of space because I do good, but nothing that's different...

I have no friends, one family member, I have nothing. Therefore I am Nothing.

Slugging back to my house. I open the door and dodge a flying glass bottle flinging in my direction. I duck in surprise.

"Where were you, you you..."
*passes out, way to drunk*
I just sigh, wondering what he was going to call me. I flop onto the floor, I have no bed dad has a gambling problem, I guess you know what happened to my bed. I check my phone. Nothing, because u have no friends, the only number I have is spark, and I don't use them cause I never use all of my data, I would need someone to text.

I drag a blanket over me and I fall to sleep.

My chapters are short. (Impatient person.) if you aren't enjoying it so far which I won't be surprised cause this chapter is depressing read the end of the next chapter and continue it gets better.