Time To Dance [DISCONTINUED]

Going Home

I wish I never had to go home. My mom was always in the kitchen with a knife in her hand when I got home. "What happened to your nose, you stupid clumsy bitch?" Mom shouted. "I was trying to get a book off the top shelf, and it fell on my nose." I lied. "You stupid child. Can't do anything right. Go clean yourself up. You're not getting dinner tonight." I walked up to my attic bedroom, slammed the door, and locked it. "DON'T SLAM THE DOOR BITCH!!" Mom shouted from the kitchen. I slid my black jacket off and looked at the scars covering my arms, choosing which one to cut today. I grabbed my razor off the top shelf of my bookcase and started cutting a small cut on my left wrist. I watched the blood pour out and my skin turn paler than before. And like most nights, I passed out on my floor with my razor in hand and some part of my arm bleeding.