Chapter seven

By the time I was about to enter the fifth grade I gave up on everything. I even stopped listening to mother. I remember one day we went to the store to get some things for the house. Mother told me to push the cart and keep my hands on the handle. I disobeyed mother by walking away from the cart. Every time my brothers said something smart to me I would say something smart back. I knew mother would never hit me in front of people but when we got out in to the car it was another story. She made me lay down on the floor in the car while my brothers stomped on for mouthing off at them and my mother. One day my father came home drunk while I was in my father’s room he came in drunk. He started packing his things and started talking about how he couldn’t take it anymore. That’s when I knew him and my mother where splitting up. I was so crushed. Father was my only protection from mother. All I wanted was to be someone again and now with him gone it was all over. Will I ever get out of this alive?

Chapter six

When Father was gone my decided that she wasn’t going to feed me for the next 10 days. Then one day mother called me up to do my chores. She sat a plate of food before me and told me I had 2 minutes to eat it. As soon as I went to go pick up my fork that bitch snatched the plate from the table yelling “Too late!” with an evil smile. But that was not the worst thing she did to me. One day she told me to go to the bathroom to clean. When I got in there she told me to shut the door and not to open it until I was done. In the bucket there was Clorox and Ammonia. I started to see a gray fog cover the top of the bathroom. As I tried to breath I started spitting up everywhere. Then I remembered that there was a vent in the bathroom that came on every few minutes. I crawled over to the vent and sucked in as much air as I could before it went off. Out of all the things mother did to me that was the one I hated the most. All I wanted was to be treated like a human not a slave. Will I ever get out of this mad house?

Chapter five

Today was the day the “accident” happened. I was sitting at the top of the basement stairs listening to “the family” have a nice dinner. After dinner was over mother called me up to clear the table. She then yelled for me to come into the kitchen to do the dishes.
“You have 20 minutes! One minute, one second more, and you go hungry again do you understand!?”
As she yelled at me I started losing interest and things became blurry. Mother picked up a knife and told me that if I didn’t do what she was telling me to do she was going to kill me. This didn’t faze me because she had made this threat three other times this week. Then I saw something fly out of her hand. Then a sharp, searing pain ripped through my stomach. Mother had stabbed me. As soon as I figured this out I blacked out. When I woke up I was laying on the bathroom floor in a puddle of blood. Mother was cleaning and dressing my wound. When mother was done I sat up and blacked out. All I could think was I'm going to die.

Chapter three

I remember one day when my brothers and I where playing upstairs in our room mother came upstairs and started yelling at us. She saw me sitting in the chair and she came at me. As mother was hitting me I was trying to block all of her hits. She grabbed my arm as she fell back. I felt my arm pop and then a sharp pain. Mother walked out the room as if nothing happened. After dinner she told me to sleep on the top bunk which was strange because I never sleep on the top bunk. In the night she woke me up telling me that I fell off the top bunk and she took me to the hospital but the doctors knew what it was no accident. Why did mother treat me this way?