Some may say I'm crazy, others say I'm depressed, nut I'm simply broken, broken into pieces, no one can solve me or put me together like a puzzle missing pieces.

There really isn't anything to live for, well scratch that, my little sister. If I leave her, she'll be stuck in this hell hole, and I don't want them hurting her more than they do.

You're probably wondering who 'they' is. I'll make this easy for you, my parents. They do absolutely anything to cause us harm, physically and emotionally. All the mental scars and physical scars are because of them.

So now I'm just lying in bed, it's five in the morning, and I can't close my eyes, a loud crash interrupted my thoughts. I sat up in bed, and faced the direction of the noise.

My sister, Kaylee inches into my room, as if she's scared at what she might see. "What's wrong?"

"I wanted to go downstairs for some water, but Dad is down there."

He's not our father, merely a monster in our lives.

"Okay, stay here, I'll get you your water." I wandered out of my room, and descended the stairs, and shuffled into the kitchen. I grabbed a glass, and began filling it with water. A hand slapped over my mouth. "Why aren't you in your room? You know what happens when you disobey me. Now you have two choices, Fire or pleasure, since you are a little slut."

Tears streamed down my cheek. I'd rather have fire, just anything but that. I still gripped the glass cup in my hand. He turned on the burner, and grabbed my wrist, and put my hand over the fire. It began to burn hotter and hotter by the second. I pulled my hand back, and slammed the cup on his hand. He dropped instantly.

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