Timeskip After 2 hours of sleeping
As I'm sleeping, I hear someone barge in my room screaming. "You fucking bitch!"
I quickly woke up to my mom screaming at me. "You told Micheal about this! After everything I do for you, you bitch!
"Amanda! Calm down!" He says running after my mom.
"You bitch!" she continues, "you have to ruin everything I work hard for! Just because you can't stand dad killed himself! You even told Micheal!"
"What! No!" I say while getting up and standing in front of my mom. "I didn't even know he knew! He realized this by the way you treated me!" I scream back.
"Yeah, and pigs can fly." she says. She bitterly laughs. "I fucking hate you! You are not my daughter! You are a piece of shit! We never loved you!"
I sharply inhaled. Those words, I thought, they really hurt. Tears form in my eyes, and slowly slide down my face.
"Dad killed himself because he couldn't stand living with you!" She says enjoying my physical state.
"T-that's not true!" I deny. "You and dad always fought! You drained his money and everything he had-"
"Shut up you bitch!" She raises her hand and slaps me across the face.
The room is silent, a tear slowly slides down my face.
"Amanda!" screams Micheal. "What the hell is wrong with you! You are insane!" He grabs my mom and pulls her away from me. My head is still turned to the side from her slapping me. I slowly hold my cheek. And cry. I still couldn't believe she slapped me. 'Did dad really kill himself because of me?' I thought. I collapsed on the floor and hugged myself as I let out everything I've been bottling up inside. At that moment I was broken. I was vulnerable and broken.
At that moment I didn't care if I left them. I grabbed my backpack and packed my belongings. Money, clothes, shoes, charger, makeup, hair brush, teddy bear, and other shit. I continued to wipe away my tears, and not think about my dad. I grabbed my phone and walked to my window. I opened it, and looked down. It would be a hard fall, but the moment my mother crossed my mind, I knew I had to leave. I took one last look at my room, and jumped.
I had to bite my lip from screaming in pain. The first thing I felt was my ankle. I fucked up my ankle, and I know it. It was the most painful thing I have ever felt. I aggressively wiped away my tears and weakly stood up. My only thought was leaving and going far, far away. My breathy sobs were the only thing heard in the cold, night air.
I limped weakly while crying and letting go of everything I felt. I started to run. I had to. I mean, I didn't want them to know I left. My mother wouldn't care, but Micheal would. He would want to find me, and I can't go home. If I did, I'd kill myself.
It was so difficult running and the crying didn't make it any easier to see.
"Fuck!" I scream as I tripped and fell on my knees. I felt them stinging and I looked at them. They were busted and bloody. My sweatpants were torn, ripped, and bloody. I cried even harder. 'Just my fucking luck.' I sob and cry in pain.
I cry because of my dad leaving. Of never having the feeling of being loved. Because of being weak. Because of my knees. And all the shit I've had to put up with.
I tried to get up but collapsed. I tried again and again, but only disappointed myself in the end. Not to mention the extreme pain on the lower half of my body.