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Idea #6 its not that bad.

I walked inside my room tired of everything. My day was long. I can't explain it any other way. I laid down on my bed. Tears came to my eyes. "It's not that bad.." I said thinking aloud "not that bad..."
'When has it ever been that bad?' I thought 'when has it ever been so bad that I'd have to tell someone about it! Why can't I just admit it?'
I felt my body go numb and all I could do was stare at the blankets. My thoughts were the only thing k could here. I closed my eyes and sighed. "Maybe I'll...." I said. I couldn't finish. I fell asleep. I was standing in the middle of a room. I looked around. 'He never was a good father. When had he showed any traits of being a good father? My mother wasn't any better. Leaving and drinking. Not even working. My father worked and when he came home he'd take out his anger on us' I heard. In front of me was my memory. The one I remember the most. He grabbed the dress I was wearing. "Where did you get this?!" He screamed.
"Mom... She bought it for m-"
"I don't care!! What's wrong with you?! You think you can do whatever you want?!" He screamed as he threw me on the ground. "Get up!!"
I slowly stood up for him to grab my hair. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'll take it off!" I said.
"Don't raise your voice at me!" He screamed and threw me at the wall.  I didn't get up this time. He started to walk away. 'I was an only child. It didn't matter if I had more siblings or not. I'd constantly sleep on the floor or they'd put me outside like I was a dog. They couldn't afford a decent home but what does it matter? Once my father got taken to jail I was alone. I ran when the police came. They had been looking for me and I spent days in the forest thinking, it could be worse, but when I was found they didn't want to even look at me. I tried to run but they got to me. In the end, they got me in there car and drove away. It didn't matter what happened next.'
I saw a black shiny new car. It drove up to a house where a woman greeted me and the man that drove me. 'I remember how I felt... Alone. Like I was slowly dying but on the surface I looked fine..'
The woman invited me in. That's when it skipped to a different part.
'Later in life I became used to it. Used to the different house. I remember coming home. I felt like it was all perfect but I saw her crying. The woman was crying.'
I looked at the woman. My mouth moves but there was no sound. She replied with "the hospital..." And kept talking. 'Cancer. she had cancer and was slowly dying.'
My eyes watered as I watched as she hugged me. She said she was gonna be okay... Why did she lie? I remember going upstairs thinking about it. I texted my best friend.
'He asked me out... I couldn't say no but when we were dating I could never say no. He took that for granted and I guess... I had more bruises. More sad stories added to my book.'
I saw my new boyfriend grabbing my hand. He pulled me towards him.
'The one time I said no he yelled'
"Why were you with that boy?! You were flirting! How dare you! I've done so much for you!! Who do you think you are?!" He yelled.
"No, who do you think you are?! Yelling at me like I'm some type of slave?! What are you trying to do here?! If you really trusted me you wouldn't be yelling. I've never said no to you but you know what? I'm done!! I'm done with your bullshit!!" I screamed. He lifted his hand up to hit me but I grabbed it and kicked him. "I'm going home." I said as I started to walk away from him.
'It was then when I noticed I would become stronger but also have anger issues. I'd get in fights all the time... I wanted to show off'
It showed me punching a man older than me. I growled. "You want to talk behind my back again?!" I screamed. 'It seems I couldn't get friends. everyone would stay away from me. My mind was shattered but my heart was waiting.'
A man walked up to me. He was older and he asked if we wanted to date. I said yes. I didn't like him. He didn't like me but we slowly grew together. One day at middle school I got a call. 'I remember the call so well... Is this the daughter of her?
Yes.
I'm sorry to say this but she's dead. There was nothing we could do... I'm sorry for your loss.'
I went home early. The home we had lived in was empty. People had came and taken everything away from us. That's when I went to a new home. A man. He looked older and had beautifully combed hair. Whenever we were in public we'd look like we we're dating. At home he comforted me. He made me feel okay. My boyfriend started to notice this. One day my boyfriend came over and looked at the man straight in the eyes and said "she's mine."
'That was a mistake. The next thing you know my boyfriend was knocked out cold. The man looked at me and smiled. That smile... I didn't know he had things going on... I'm a horrible person.'
I watched as it changed to a different one. 'He left me though.'
I watched as he walked out the door. I reached my hand out and opened my mouth but he kept walking. 'Momma! Daddy!! Please!!' I heard a child say
"It's not that bad!" I heard my father say "shut up you little bastard."
It's not that bad.