**Alright kids uh I've never really written anything super depressing etc so umm. We'll see how this goes

I also don't know how to write trigger warnings but here goes: physical/ verbal abuse, expletives, homophobia

I step into my car and close the door, making sure I don't slam it. Pulling out of my parking spot, I start driving home. Deep breaths. Deep breaths. Keep breathing. I inhale and exhale, carefully counting the seconds. Inhale, two three four five six seven- what comes after seven? I need to keep breathing- keep breathing. My hands shake and black spots shake at the edges of my vision. Keep breathing, keep breathing- my breath catches at the back of my throat, and I stop breathing for almost a minute. I choke out an exhale and stop jerkily in front of my apartment building. I almost fall out of the car, catching myself on the open door. Nine ten exhale two three four- I almost drop my keys, but I make it into my apartment, nudging the door shut and- my knees give out two steps from the door, I spill to the floor, slamming against a wall, pulling something in my neck and my head collides with the wall. Oh God oh God oh God oh God- keep breathing keep breathing keep- keep- breathing- breathe-

I black out.

"What's he doing here?" He jerked his head toward me, and I tried not to sink lower into my blankets. I'd heard that you draw less attention to yourself if you don't move. Time to test that.

"He threw up in school and got sent home." Mom answered. "I think he'll be fine to go to school tomorrow, though."

"They're too soft on them. They're giving out free education, goddammit, and this little shit-" He smacked the side of my head. "Decides to throw up. Fucking retarded little bitch." He smacked me again, making sure I knew he knew I was awake. I flinched a little and almost stopped breathing. Keep breathing keep breathing-

Dad grabbed me by my hair and yanked my head off my pillow, and I screamed as I felt one of the neck get pulled and strained unnaturally.

"If you ever skip school again I'll beat your pussy ass black and blue," He snarled. I held very, very still. Keep breathing-

I let out a shaky breath, and the dark spots pull back. Shit.

I thought I was done with those. I keep breathing and pull out my phone, ignoring the cold from the tile floor sliding up my spine. I text Hanna.

Sorry, I remembered something important, I'm really sorry to just leave you like that.

its fine! it probably wouldnt have worked out anyway, i think u deserve someone who doesnt chase after every loose guy ;)

no offense kit but u prob need to find someone sweet and dedicated like u <3

Oh. Ok. Just friends then?

sure thing, kitten!!

:)