You sit in your bed, you never leave your room, never take a shower, never eat. You are currently battling depression. You've cut before, took pills before, drank bleach before. Nothing worked it is almost like fate wanted you to stay alive. 'Well i guess i just stay here and look at the wall.' You thought to yourself, just then your alcoholic father busted your door down. "Eyh!!! Y-n. Eh where is your mother?!?" You didn't hear him he kept repeating himself. But got no answer he hit you. "Hey!! Y-n!!" You look up at him. "...yes father?" You ask in a childish voice. He asked for your mother once more, "she is asleep..." you reply, he runs out of the room and into there bedroom. You hear screaming followed by hitting. Then you heard nothing. 'He probably knocked her out again...' a single tear ran down your face, you turn out your light and go back to bed the closest thing you had to death.