The Only Hope For Me Is You

I sat there on my bed, listening to my parents screaming. They always do this, it happens every day, they fight over stupid shit. When someone leaves the milk out, it starts a fight, but I mostly start the fights by being there. My mom used to defend me when my dad would get mad at me for nothing, but now she yells at me for it too. My dad started hitting me when I came home with my first tattoo. Then any time he got mad he would take it out on me, leaving me with bruises everywhere. My mom never tried to stop him, she normally watched or walked out and pretended she couldn't hear my screams. When I went to school, people would stare at the bruises on my face and whisper about it. I guess the school counselor heard about it and I got called in. I just said I got beaten up. She didn't believe me though, my family was investigated and they were asked questions. Finally it was over and I got beaten up, worse then I have before. They didn't let me go to school for weeks when he beat me up, just so people didn't see the bruises. I thought about running away, but my dad caught me packing and put a lock on my door and windows. They fed me about once a week, whenever they did feed me it was stale bread and a glass of water. When they let me out to use the bathroom I stole some of the razors and kept them under my pillow. I cut myself for a while, hoping one day it would be deep enough for me to die. My mom noticed and took the blades away from me and my dad beat me for it.

It's been months since they took away my razors. I sat on the bed running my fingers over my scars. The door opened and my mom walked in, crying.
"Frank, I need to leave"
"Take me with you, please mom. I can't stay here with him, please" I begged.
"No, you're staying. I don't want you coming with me. I never wanted you" She walked out and slammed the door shut. I felt tears run down my face as I heard the lock click. I knew she didn't want me, but it hurt even more hearing her say it. I stood up and looked at my face in the mirror. There was a big bruise on my jaw and I had a black eye. I knew it was going to be a few weeks before I could go back to school. School was my only escape from him, I think I'm the only person who actually likes being at school. I heard the front door slam and I watched as my mom got in the car and drove away, my dad running after the car, yelling. I knew he was probably going to go to the bar later, so he was probably going to beat me. I got in bed and curled up, pulling the covers over my head. I had to leave and I had to do it fast.

Notes

Okay, so I don't know if I'm going to carry out this story, it depends if people like it and I have enough ideas to end it.