I am covered in bruises and marks.  Saturday morning.  Everyone has left.  I'm alone with the one that does this to me.  All I can do is what she tells me.  My family would call me crazy if I said anything but..  That wouldn't help.  No one can help me.  I just don't know why she does this stuff to me.

It hurts to be alive at this point. 
"Hey kid.  Why aren't you doing chores?" She questions me.  I just get up and walk to do something.  Dishes is something.  Blank expression on my face.  Broken moves.  Dull eyes.  I am what I am.  Broken.  Hurt.  Dead inside.  And she makes it worse. 

Smack.

She slapped me across the face.  I fall to the growned at the power behind the slap..  My face burns and stings.  Tears escape my eyes. 

"When I ask a question you answer!  Never walk away! " She screams in my face.  Soon she hits me repeatedly.  All I can do is cry and try to protect myself.

Later..

I'm curled up in my bed crying.  I've been doing that a lot lately. 

"You're a worthless piece of shit.  How dare you think you deserve anyone.  You don't even deserve the friends you have.  And me.  You don't deserve my help.  You're so worthless your family gives you the look.  That's why they care less about you than themselves.  You don't deserve a bed.  Or room.  Or even a family! "   She yelled and pulled me off the bed.  I hit the floor becoming winded.  Hard to breathe.  Gasping for air.  Son she punches me hard in the chest and I can't breathe.  I black out.. 

Laying on the floor. I wanna die..  Just end it all..