My head was against the wall and my knees were on my chest. I was breathing heavy and tears were streaming down my face. I stared down at my cut arms. The scars would never leave. "JESSICA" I hear a loud voice. My door slammed open and my father stood in my door way. "please don't hurt me" I whimper. He grabs me by my wrist and slaps my face. I could smell the alcohol on his breath. "your such a disgusting human being" he pinned me against the wall "just like your mother" he punched me then dropped me onto the floor. My limp body crawled into my bathroom standing. I looked at myself bruises everywhere, blood on my clothes, and my eyes were puffy from crying. My life was complete hatred of everything and still is.