Fan Fiction ❯ The boy who lost it all ❯ hurting..... ( Chapter 3 )

Dear Journal,

I've been Hang'in out with this girl. Yea she is one of the best friends, she'll listen to anything I say. She asked if I wanted to stay at her house but I said no. I might only be 12 but I'm not that stupid to not know that, that'll be putting her in danger. I have to tell you this one. O yea, it happened again alright! Just it happen like it never has before.

~FB~

I was sitting on the porch, dad wasn't home, I was still a bit pissed but in other sorts I was alright. The breeze was so calming I fell asleep.

The next thing I new… I couldn't breath. I jolted awake to see him standing over me smiling an evil smile with his hand around y neck. I choked; my eyes were wide staring at him. I know he saw all the years worth of pain and anger. I know that's why his grin grew larger. He released my neck and told me to go inside in a very cold hard voice. I walked inside slowly, he locked the door and stared at me… thinking of what to do.

He reached in his pocket and pulled out a knife. Dad lunged at me before I could move. He knocked me down hard to the ground. He lied over top of me grinning, he put the knife to my collarbone. He made pressure and pierced my skin. He dragged the knife down to my shoulder. I clenched my teeth and closed my eyes. It was so hard not to cry, but I couldn't break that promise. My whole body was screaming. I dug my nails into my hand. The water formed in my eyes but did not fall. When I opened my eyes he put the knife to my lips and cut them.

"Taste your own blood. Taste your own flesh." He told me with that same old twisted grin. He pinned me to the floor by my shoulders. More blood was gushing, and I felt like I was gonna lose it.

He stared at me. His grin faded and turned into an angry and pissed off expression. He lifted the knife high into the air and struck it straight through my arm and into the floor. I screamed I still didn't let a tear fall. More water formed but I still didn't let it fall. It's like it went straight back into my head.

"WHY DON'T U CRY!!!!!!!" He yelled. He stood up and kicked me in my side. It flipped me over on my stomach and part of the knife slide out but for anything it was stuck on part of my bone. He grabbed my hair and tilted my head back.

He whispered into my ear, "You run, I'll find you. U go to someone's house… I'll find out whose. Kill them, and then you'll die even more painfully. Trust me, I'll make sure of that one." He let go of my hair and walked to the door.

"I expect this house to be cleaned in 2 hours or else."

~EFB~

It all just happen. Next time though… I'm ready. My dad will abuse me no more.