I was a normal fourteen year old kid. I grew up in the state of California. Well that's what I made everyone believe that I was part of a perfect family. In reality I wasn't part of a family that was perfect. I hid my feelings inside but I also hid my scars. It all started when I was born my mom wanted to have kids but my dad just didn't want me. My dad calls me a mistake every day but I know somewhere in him he loves me. t was a normal Friday morning for me what I call normal everyone calls strange. My parents seemed to be a perfect couple till I was born. My dad was screaming at my mom to give me to a adoption center but my mom loved me so she never did. My mom started screaming NO! I love him she started breaking down into tears. That's when I ran down the stairs and yelled on top of my lungs STOP IT! My dad hit my mom and she fell to the ground. I yelled stop it dad please. Then he hit me I fell to the ground crying. couldn't believe how real the pain was. I laid down for a minute or two and then I got up. I swung back at him but he caught my fist and he hit me in the nose. I fell to the ground once again but this time my nose was gushing out with blood. I swallowed some blood running down from my nose. My mom screamed at him saying what did you do. I told my dad I hated him but that was because I had anger built up inside. I didn't mean to say the words that I did. He replied your lucky I didn't kill you when your mom wasn't around you waste of space. I told my dad he's scaring mom and me. He just laughed in my face and he said I need to get air and he walked out the house and slammed the door. A few minutes later I heard my dad pull out of the driveway and speed down the road. I went over to my mom and checked on my mom and she was crying. I asked mom are you okay? She replied IM FINE! I said why don't you just get divorce papers and say its over. My mom said I don't want to talk about it just please leave me alone. I went to my room crying because I was worried about my mom. I also was built up with hatred for my dad. I was thinking over and over in my mind he hit her. The questions I left in my mind was why did my dad do it? I also asked why dose he hate me so much. I'm just overwhelmed by the stress caused by my dad. I punched my wall and left a hole in it. One day my mom tried to leave and my dad was trying to hold her back. I ran down the steps and I saw my mom fall down to the ground. I glanced at my dad and he had a gun in his hand. I screamed what have you done you monster! I broke down into tears and screamed why!!! I walked up to my dad and smacked him. He picked me up and threw me through the wall. I laid there wanting to keep my eyes open but I couldn't.
