Omg this is a great story. I absolutely hate abusive parents. Seeing or reading about them makes me sick and sad all over. Nowadays people who have great parents are like FML and all that, but they don't understand how great they actually have it i hope the mom finds her daughter and runs away with her and leave her abusive husband behind.
Monster 6 (Jenny's POV) 'You're dumb! You're dumb! YOU'RE SO DUMB!!' I thought to myself. The rain was coming down hard on me, and I had nothing to shield myself with. I had lingered off at least two blocks away from my house now. Due to the fact that he never let me out without an adult present with me, I had no clue where I was. I wasn't familiar with this neighborhood or the people in it. Springfield Philadelphia was a small town, yet all I knew about it was the fact that it was called Springfield Philadelphia. Walking along this path of endless sidewalks, I had never felt so disconnected. So isolated. So embarrassed, HUMILIATED, DISGUSTED!! Disgusted with myself. I didn't know zip about this town. This town, my home for sixteen years and I didn't know crap about it! 'What were you thinking? HELL JENNY WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING?' millions of thoughts ate at my mind yelling at me, in his voice. I cover my face with my hands and let out a huge sigh, while moving both hands up to my head and pulling my hair back. I stood in the rain thinking. Thinking of weather I should go forward, thinking of weather I should go back. The thoughts of going back brought images of his taunting, angered, aggressive face to my mind. Images so vividly clear that I found myself running. Running away from them. Running away from him. I didn't know where I was going, but I kept moving forward. It was as if I had lost all control over my body. My mind was saying 'Go home you idiot" but my feet were on a mission to get me as far away from "home" as possible. The fact of the matter was I simply did not have a home anymore. I never did. I meant nothing to anyone. Not him, not my mom, no one. It occurred to me at this moment, standing, bawling, and drenched in the rain that my life meant nothing. I was a waste of breath, flesh and life. There was nowhere for me to go. I couldn't go to a friends house. I had no friends. I was the girl in school who skipped out on lunches, went to the library and read a book that I couldn't care less about, just to avoid the humiliation of exposing myself to people who actually had a life worth living. I was the loser who ate lunch in the school's filthy restrooms, when my stomach turned against my lunch skipping habits. I was no one. They never noticed me, not the students, not the teachers, no one. I had to end it. Why stay somewhere where you are so unwanted? Looking out at the raindrops and dark skies I realized that ending it was not going to be an easy task. What was I supposed to do? What was I supposed to use? Would I go to hell for this or would God understand that earth just wasn't the place for me? Everything that a suicidal person would think of ran through my mind at that moment. I looked around the sidewalk I was standing on, scanning a beautiful big blue house behind me just over the fence near this sidewalk I was on. My eyes wondered at the ground and met with something silver and shiny. Was I really seeing a knife? It was as if my death were meant to be. Someone had left a knife just lying on the ground next to the fence. Lying on the ground...for me. As horrifying as it was I was about to proceed with something so inhumane and disgusting. I was about to earn his earlier almost proclaimed title. I was seconds away from being called a murder. I slowly bent down my whole body shaking as I did, tears gushing like a waterfall from my red puffy eyes, I reached forward and picked up the pointy knife blade. I then slowly got back on my feet pointed the knife towards my chest and right when I was about to stop the pain called my life, I heard the loudest cry I had ever heard. "MAAAAAAMA!!!! THERES SOMEONE BY OUR FENCE WITH A KNIFE!!" The feminine voice screeched. I turned around to see a girl about my age in panic. Right then and there everything in my guts told me to drop the knife and run! I didn't know these people. They could actually KILL ME. It was at that moment that I knew I wouldn't have proceed with my death. I didn't have the guts to. Now I may not have to after all. RUN! RUN! RUN! I kept telling myself. I didn't. I couldn't. My feet wouldn't budge. There I stood, more frozen than an ice sculpture.