She Did it...

I caught my brother drawing on the living room walls. My mum walked in and he said ‘ she did it! Mum she did it.’ Her being furious hitting and smacking me and then throwing me into the side of my bed. As my head pours out with blood, I cry and I cry. Knowing that I have to somehow stop the bleeding I get up and but a wet towel on it. I mean its not like this has not happened before. Its not the worst cut she has ever given me. it seemed to had stopped very quickly. Sitting on my bed lying down looking up and my ceiling. It spinning as I look around. I know this feeling, it always happens. At first everything spins and then it goes dark and then next thing I know I can hear my mum shouting at me to get up.

‘ get up, your so lazy. Always sleeping, your taking your brother to school today. HURRY UP!’.

‘but mum I have a chemistry test I cant be late today, he is old enough to walk by himself isn’t he?’

‘ he is only 11 years old, I cant take him because I have to go to work, and make money to put food on the table for you. Stop being a little brat and learn to be grateful’

‘ok ok, I’m getting up’

Groaning I finally get up, remembering that I had an injury on my head. It always hurts the next morning. Me taking my time to get to the bathroom, barely awake my mum hits me around the head where the bed had cut it last night. Yelling out in pain, my eyes filled with tears as I ran towards the bathroom. Looking at myself in the mirror I realised that if I didn’t get ready now the consequences will be much worse. Quickly brushing teeth and doing my hair, and putting on my clothes I put my shoes, and ran out door, my brother waiting for me outside. Quickly rushing him to school. Looking at my phone seeing its only on 20%. After the events of this morning I really don’t feel like doing my chemistry test. Trying to get to my brother school as quickly as I can because I know that if I’m late again I will get suspended. I mean I am a good student, I get mostly good grades but my attendance is very poor and you can blame my mother for that one. Finally getting my brother to school, I gave him a hug and then starting running the other way. I love my brother to bits but I am always so scared that lately on in his life I’m scared my mum is going to hurt him like she hurt me. she loves him so I am hoping that wont happen. I don’t really have any friends, normally I sit in the toilets for lunch and I don’t really talk to anyone at school. The headmaster calls me in quite frequently about my attendance and the therapist at our school likes to talks to me and make sure I’m ‘safe’ at school. I don’t think that is the place that I need to be worried about but I’m scared to say anything. I did my chemistry test and I’m hoping did good, as much as she should my mum doesn’t really care about my grades, I try hard for my dad to be honest. He died when I was little. My mum always says she doesn’t want to talk about it. After some more lessons and collecting my brother I finally got home. I had no homework tonight so I’m hoping that I can relax tonight, my mum doesn’t normally get home till me and my siblings are asleep. I have a little sister as well and around 4;00 I have to get her as she has a club after school, she is only 8. After collecting my sister I normally bath them, give them dinner and then put them in the bath. They are normally down by 8;00. I’m the only one who can get both of them asleep, I don’t know why but its nice to know that someone cares about me. my mum normally comes in around 1am and of course I have to have dinner on the table and everything else like the chores and everything done. I do it all the time and honestly she moans about it like I’m only 14 what does she expect. I don’t really mind, I better be going to sleep

2 years later….

‘hurry up and get up, its your brothers first day of school and you need to go with him to school’

‘ok, im getting up’

I didn’t argue this time, the consequences of my action shave got worse. I have bruises and cuts everywhere. My whole body aches. Luckily I have a week off school now because of the newest people coming in and yet my mum still wants me to take my brother to school. He is 13 now so I don’t know why I am supposed to take him to school but I just don’t want to argue with her. After years and years of only getting maybe hit once a week it is happening every day. I finally have had enough. I decided I’m going to do it. I tied a rope to my ceiling light and placed a chair underneath. I stood up on the chair put the rope around my neck, tightening it to the write size. Kicking the chair away from me. starting to lose consciousness, everything going dark.

My brother walks into my room ‘ she did it! Mum she did it!

Author Notes: this is one of my most recent stories that i have written, i would love some feedback on it if any one could do that for me x

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