𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟭

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Its currently 3am I'm meeting my dealer i know what you're thinking an 15 year on drugs she looks so innocent

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Its currently 3am I'm meeting my dealer i know what you're thinking an 15 year on drugs she looks so innocent.Well news flash I ain't or at least I think I'm not whatever not the point.
I only do drugs when I'm really stressed or need a break from reality.I wouldn't say I'm an addict I
really don't want to be considering what my parents are like.

Time skip

I made it back with my "happiness" as I call my drugs I try to be quiet as possible entering the house unless I want to get one of my parents famous beatings.I never understood why they hit me like they do it started when I was 6 now I'm 15 I've got used to it it still hurts like shit but what can I do.

I open the door and close it ever so lightly but when I turn around I get a punch to the chest I yell out in pain and fall to the floor holding my chest"shit" I groan in pain"WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN!" My drug addict father says to me "I went on a walk" I say trying to stand up but with that I get a hard kick to the stomach which makes me fall down once again"Don't lie you stupid bitch" by this time I'm crying asking him to stop but he continues to hit me

"Now go to your room you lying ungrateful pig" he yells at me.I hurry and crawl away.Once I'm in my room I rush to my mirror in the corner I see that I have a busted lip and black eye I'm pretty sure one of my ribs is broken because my rib cage hurts like hell. I reach in my pocket and get a molly out and pop it swallowing it dry then I reach under my bed well more like mattress because "I don't deserve a bed" as my parents say and I pull out pain killers I pop two of them dry as well then attend to my swollen lip.

"I wish this would stop" I say to myself crying I lay on my mattress as the drugs start to take over my cry's turned into cry's then silence whimpers as I laid there high. I soon feel my eyes getting heavy and I let the dark consume me.

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