"Bayleen!" A familiar voice screams my name. My eyes shoot open. As I quickly scramble out of bed. Stumbling head first into the door. My body still sore from yesterday. I open the door, to find my dad standing up the steps. I gaze at him intensely as I spot the bottle of Whiskey in his hand. "What do you think your doing." His words hard to understand, due to his being drunk again. Like usual. "Sleeping.- I watch him Cautiously as he approaches me. "Why are you sleeping? You tired?" He stands in front of me. I can smell the whiskey on his breathe. "Dad maybe you should go lay down. And give me the bottle." I reach of the bottle. He jerks his hand back. "I'm fine. Don't tell me what to do." "Dad come on. We don't want the cop to come here again." I knew I shouldn't of brought that up. He grabs my ponytail and dragged me to the steps. "Your threatening me now!?" He yells. As I scream for my life. He throws me down the stairs. Rolling down the stairs laying on my stomach as I reach the end. Tears start streaming down my eyes. As he comes down the stairs. "Look what you made me do. Your No better then your whòre of a mother." He guzzles down the whiskey as he goes to his bedroom. I pull myself off the floor. And crawls up the stairs holding my stomach in complete and utter pain. I've had enough. Ever since my mom left he's Ben abusive. And I'm done. I'm tired. I stumble into the bathroom. Filling the the tub with water. I didn't bother to take my clothes off. I climbed into the warm water. I lay there still. Slowly rolling up my sleeve. Reaching over for my razor. I slowly run the blade across my tender flash. Until blood start running down my arm. Dripping into the steamy water. I make three roles. And then. Lays there quietly. Has the blood starts to make the water turn red. I start to get impatient. So I reach over. And grabs my bottle of pain killers. I dry swallowed at least 20 pills. My vision starts to blur. And my arms weak. So I drop the pill bottle. I can't tell if I'm dying or If I'm falling asleep. My legs go numb and then my arms. The last sound I hear is glass fall to the floor. And hearing my name being screamed over and over again. And then... Nothing at all.. Thank you for taking the time to read this. First Story I ever typed here. I hope you like it. I know it's a bit sad. But it does happen sometimes. This isn't encourage Hurting yourself.
It's pretty good. I like it a lot, but I do have a few suggestions 1. Don't bypass: your thread can get locked and your story will be deleted off forums! 2. Double check on your grammar. While your storyline is good and the detail just the right amount, the grammar could use some work. please wall me when you update next! xoxo Fox