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"I wish you were never fucking born!" Mother screams in my face. I step back in shock, feeling hurt. I feel like a knife just stabbed my heart. "Yeah? Well I never asked to be born! I would rather die than live like this!" I yell back. Just then, I feel a stinging sensation on my cheek, and blood running down the same spot. She hit me. I feel tears form in my eyes, and my throat tightens, signaling that I'm going to cry. I run up the stairs to my room and slam my door closed. My knees become weak and I fall to the ground. My back leans against the door, and I let out a loud sob. This is my life. This is my daily. This is what I'm forced to deal with. --------- Evelyn Scott. That's my name... though it sounds unfamiliar to me. I don't get called that by anyone, other than my teachers. Not many friends, and not much family. I live in constant fear for myself, and I don't suppose I could ever fully explain my life. It's hectic, but it's on a schedule. A schedule I've planned and produced myself, as a routine has been put to place from day to day. Father drinks at a specific time. Mother screams at a specific time. And me? Well... I just live through it. I get bullied, yeah. Though I hate calling it that. It's always the kids who feel like they have nothing to lose. But like I said... I just live through it. Don't pity me, but don't get used to what I'm saying either. I might cry out for help one day. I'm not sure yet. My parents just call me a "depressed and fucked up teen" and I don't blame them. I cause most of their harm. Most of my own, too. But that's okay. It's always okay, because to most, it doesn't matter. Warning: This contains very strong language and includes very sensitive and serious subjects such as abuse and negligence. If you are sensitive to this type of stuff, I wouldn't suggest reading this. Thank you and enjoy!
My Daily (1)
