I sighed and walk into the living room. I set my bag down on the couch. "Where the hell have you been?!" His voice was raspy. I stayed silent, He yells at me again. I just ignored him and walked past him. He grabbed my arm. "Listen you stupid little bitch! I'll ask you again where the fuck have you been?!" I could feel his grip tighten. I looked him in the eyes "I was at school." "Bullshit! You were at that boy's place again!" "No!" "Yes you were!" He squeezed my arm even tighter it started to turn red. "Let me go." He hit the back of my head. Knocking me to the ground pain shot through my whole body. "Screw you old man!" I tried to get up but he kept knocking me down. When he was done beating on me I was barely able to walk, but I managed to stumbled my way up the stairs to my room. Pain shot through my whole body every time I took a step. I fell onto the floor of my room. I began to cry I held my knees close to my chest and began to rock myself back and forth. "Why... why does he do this? What did we ever do to him?" I said to myself. "I'm worthless, useless. No one loves me. It's all my fault. It's always my fault." I began to cry harder "I want it to all stop! I wish I was never born!" Then I looked to my bed. I wiped away the tears and pulled out a small box from under my bed. I opened it and pulled out a razor blade. I held it in my hands, I stared at it for a few seconds. "It's the only way out of this hell hole." I thought to myself. I held the blade to my arms and began to cut into my skin. I didn't feel anything as the blade cutted into my skin. I stopped and looked at my arm. I stared at the blood running down my arm. I held the blade to my wrist... "It's the only way..... But not yet." Then I put it back down. I looked at my arms they were covered in blood. I put the razor back and went into my bathroom. I ran some cool water and stuck my arms in it. It stringed like a hundred bee stings, my eyes began to tear up. When I finally got the blood cleaned up I grabbed the first aid kit and wrapped my arms in bandages. When I was done I went to bed and sat there. I felt tears rolling down my face. "I hate it here."