It all started one night when I was five. Daddy came home drunk. Drunk and angry. My door was locked, Daddy couldn't get it. That's were the whole in the door is from. My mom came in and asked if I was okay. I told her I was and she gave some water and told me to go to sleep.
I woke up the next morning and there were lots of holes in the wall. The lamps were broken and the coffee table was flipped over. I went in the kitchen and I saw my mom cooking breakfast. She had bruises on her arms and legs.
She saw me and gave me a hug. She told me she loved me.
This went on every night for two years. My mom packed up our stuff and she put it and me in the car. She said we were going to grandma's.
I didn't know why we were leaving, but I know now. She didn't want to tell me that we were leaving Daddy.
Even after we left Daddy, I still had nightmares. I cried every night. I could hardly sleep. It was horrible.
Daddy ended up finding us when I was 11. He tried to kill my mom. That was the day I started cutting myself. People called me crazy at school.
I know you're probably wondering what I'm writing this for. No specific reason. All you need to know is what I did happened 2 years ago, I'm 20 now, I hold grudges for a long time,Daddy is not okay, and I'll be here for 20 years to life.
