Daddy

I’m sitting in the dark again. I don’t ever want to be in the light again. Why? Cause light makes me think of happiness and I’m never happy. I never will be.

My dad hit me in with a belt again. This time across the face. He doesn’t give a care in the world. What makes it worse is my mom doesn’t anything about it. She just says “Maybe next time you should be a good child and he won’t hit you.” But thats’ the thing. I didn’t do anything bad. I never do but he lies and tells her some stupid story so she won’t yell at him. To make it worse, she believes him. Every. Sigle. Time.

So everyday I go in basement where there are no windows or lights so even in the daytime, it’s still pitch black. I go down there and cry. I cry and cry until one of them comes home or downstairs. In which I just wipe my face and act as if nothing happened. Like I wasn’t just balling my eyes out. If my face is ever red or puffy, which most of the time it is, nobody says anything about it.

I want to call DCF but I don’t have a phone, no friends so can’t use theirs, we don’t own a home phone and I’m homeschooled so I can’t use a school phone.

People say nothing is worse than prison but I disagree. Here I get abused everyday yet in prison it is possible that no one will mess with you. Here I get one small meal a day, if even that yet in prison you get three meals a day. I’ll be stuck here forever but in prison there is a chance you will get let out early. So I’m sure I have it way worse than most prison.

Everyday I want to run away. Go far far away from here but I have no place to go. I have no friends and I don’t know any other family members. I have to sneak outside just to be able to see what outside looks like. But it can only be at night time for about thirty minutes. I do have a backpack all packed just in case I do ever leave.

I use to love my dad. He would take me out for ice cream after church and we would talk about anything from basketball to the space. Sometimes he would even take me to a fire show behind my mom’s back and we would just say we saw a movie. But then things changed. I started to realize how the bible is a piece of s**t and full of lies. I started to get antisocial and my dad and I started getting into a lot of fights. I was 13 when he first hit me. I’m still not use to it.

Reviews

[MJ]

I thought this was pretty good. The main thing I would recommend is doing more showing and less telling. Instead of stating events that happened try to paint them, but I definitely see potential in this :)

[Brenda Woods]

Good work - I like it! The odd minor grammar/spelling error, but apart from that it's good :)