I sat and cried for a couple of minutes, as the blood ran from my chin. There was enough blood to see my own reaction in it. I had stopped crying at this point and just sat and look at myself. I looked pitiful crying in the street. Finally, I got up off the road and went inside to patch myself up.
Most people would say I live a normal life, with good parents that love me. I am just a quiet kid, they might think. But on the other hand, my life is the complete opposite. My mom hits me when my dads not home. She hits me for things like being to loud or using the microwave, but sometimes there's no reason. One time, just because I looked at her wrong, I got beat for an hour. I've had many broken bones because of her. My mom just says it's because I'm clumsy, and everyone believes her.
I look at myself in the mirror, my straight dark brown hair has dried blood in it. But I can just shower to get that out. I open the cupboard to grab the needle and thread I use all the time
It takes me no time at all to thread the needle, but then next comes the hard part. I bring the needle to my face and start to sew. As I sew, more and more tears start to flow from my dark green eyes. I hiss out of pain and bite my tongue hard. I even tasted a little blood ether for my chin or from me biting. To me, it doesn't matter and I'm almost done.
As I go to do another stitch I hear it the front door open. Mom is home! I panic, lucky I was almost done but I run to the tub with the needle still in my chin, and turn it on. I hear her approach the bathroom door then knock as if she was going to break the door with her fist alone.
"What are you doing with the door locked!"she says, in a disgusting voice.
I try not to stutter when I talk to her, she has hit me over that too, so many times for me not able to forget, but in a quiet but sure voice I say.
"I'm taking a bath."
She yells back not even a second after I finished
"Don't you dare use the hot water, or I'll kill you! You got that, b*tch!"
She honestly would kill me if it wasn't for my dad. She says this to me so often that I'm numb to it.
So I reassured her that I won't, and she leaves. I finally finished sewing myself up. I thought to myself.
"I'll just use the water already in the tub to wash the blood of my chin, and out of my hair."
I slide my shirt off, revealing all the countless scars I have. As I get in the tub the cold water hurts my chin so I gently pour water on the cut. It stings almost as much as when I fell but I'm still okay. When I'm done washing up, I'm freezing. I still have to clean up the crime scene left in the bathroom. As I'm about to leave the bathroom I put tape on my chin to cover the DIY stitches.
"I dd...di..did better than la..last ti...me." I quietly whispered to myself.
I waste no time walking to my room. I get dressed and grab a towel to go clean the blood up outside. My mom spots me from the kitchen as I'm on my way to the door. I think nothing of it until she comes from the back and grabs my head, slamming it into the wall.
"WHERE THE F*CK DO YOU THINK YOUR GOING?!", she screams.
I try to respond but she screams for me too shut up. So I do so.
"Was the lemonade stand yours?!"
"yes.ss." I say out of pure fear.
"did you make any money?"she asks.
I nod.
"how much?!"she whispers in my ear happily
I hold out a few dollar bills, and she snatched them like a hawk that hasn't eaten in days. she lets go of my head to count the money.
"are you kidding me."
She says with a look. Then she walked away, and I slide down the wall. She pokes her head back from behind the wall to look at me.
"oh this is mine now." She turns her head but then immediately snaps back to staring at me.
"oh by the way make sure you clean up that f*cking disgusting stand it's an eyesore!"
I scramble to my feet as I say
"yes ma'am."