Just like every morning I woke up to the constant pounding at the door. My father is an alcoholic drug addict who seemed to only want to drink all his money away instead of buying his only daughter clothing or food. But I still prosper on no matter how many times he beats me and hits me my mother still lets him in. I guess she still cares aboug him even tjo he clearly doesn't love her. Not based on words but soley based on actions. My father has only ever cared about himself. "Open up its your daddy" he said with a drunkly slur. I could smell the vodka from his breathe just beyond the vinyl "wood" door. The more I ingored him the more he knocked getting progressivly louded. "Im going to call the police if you dont get your ugly ass out of here." My mother yelled as she opened the door and pushing my father. I grabed my cellphone and head phones. Trying to drowned out the noise with the only music that does industrial. As anarchy slowly crept in my head phones the loud scream begin to dim down as I focus my full attention on the song. Then the world goes back my breathing begins to slow down and I finally begin to drift off. Back to the unknown as my mind finally lets my body rest.
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Dark enough
Non-Fictionwarning the topic of suicide and romance appears. Go get help if you feel this way also please if your geting abused find someone to save you.
