It was my birthday and I woke up to of a chainsaw roaring my eyes immediately fluttered open only to see my father holding some beastly looking saw above my head. I screamed and he instantly covered my mouth laughing, why did he think this was funny? I jumped out of bed and he said "look outside" I saw police cars and neighbours every where as if they were conducting some giant search, I don't even remember ever saying I word to my dad although I wouldn't really consider him a dad more like someone that does the bare minimum with a huge cost. I run outside and walk up to an officer and I ask him what's wrong.
Turned out some little girl had been missing for a few hours, she was last seen walking past our street, thoughts stuck my head and all I could think of was worst case scenarios like what if she got kidnaped? Murdered? Or worse raped? What if she was just lost or hanging out with some classmate? Who knows but this was defiantly how I wanted the day to turn out? I sigh and walk away from my house because if I go back in there, I'll be needing the police in there with me, I meet my best friend Ava at a park and like usual she has her bf Mark there with her. Me and Ava talk whilst swinging on the swings for a while when she gets an idea. Oh, know this is gonna be great I thought to myself. Then Ava screamed excitedly "what if we throw you a party?!" obviously I was hesitant because who's gonna show up to my birthday party and what would I even wear.
Well, I didn't have to think about that Ava had already sorted it out. I got to the party around 10pm it was a blast I can say that for the first half, we had drinks and played games such as 7 minutes in heaven, spin the bottle, you know the reckless teenage games you would play at a party on the verge of being drunk. Thankfully with that mind state I was smart enough to stay out of some of the games and that's when some girl with blonde hair, blue eyes and a complete identical body stormed in the room. She looked exactly like me she had an hourglass body nice baby blue eyes rosy natural pink lips and long lushes' lashes. I stood up and made my way to her when she yelled "is there a margrot here?" I froze and mumbled yeah that's me "she looked at me then smiled before running up to me hugging me tightly. Who are you? I stuttered I don't even know how I managed to get words out but thankfully they came out, she stared at me in disbelief and said "girl look at us your me and I'm you we're sister's identical sisters at that" she sounded so happy while I wanted to be happy, I was pretty much drunk coping with another terrible day with my father and now processing the fact I had a sister and nobody bothered to tell me?!
"Sit down and let me tell you my story because I understand this is a lot to process so I just want to tell you things within my story line so I can help you understand what's happening" I honestly still didn't know what was happening and before I could even remember what I did next I woke up in hospital. With guess who next me to? My dad of course, well isn't this fun I thought to myself, I snuck out, wore a revealing outfit, got drunk and did who knows what else after that. He looked at me and smirked and that's when I knew I was in for some shit but I had some questions.
"D-do I have a sister dad?" I mumbled to scared to speak in case he beat the living sh!t out of me. He suddenly looked worried and shocked iv never seen him worried and slightly scared before but it was a knew feeling one I liked very much. "d-do… do I?" I said once again he looked and turned to me before slapping me hard across the face so hard my cheek turned purple, the nurses came in at that time and caught him, escorting him out of the room I was rested in.
I turned to the nurse and I whispered "why am I here?" I had a few tears strolling down my cheek from the pain of the slap but I wiped them away quickly not wanting to show any weakness. She then responded with "you blacked out at the party, either someone spiked one of your drinks or you fell or its possible you could've just simply drunken too much, but we're keeping you here for some light observation" I didn't reply I just stared at the ceiling still hurt from the fact my father hit me. Aren't fathers supposed to love their kids? After a few hours she went home.
I sat on the edge of her bed, staring at the small bag I had packed in case she decided to run away, my heart pounding. I can't take it anymore. Every day feels like I'm trapped, suffocating under the weight of his expectations and his constant abuse. Iv packed a few things, just enough to get by, and I'm ready to leave, even if I have no clue where I'm heading. Id rather face the unknown than stay in this house where I never feel like I belong or feel loved. Maybe out there I can finally find peace.