9/14/05
6:37 p.m.
I woke up to my father yelling and cursing at me. I went to my room and started going through my backpack when my dad busted in yelling and cursing again. I got scared so I stood up from my bed and began crying as he threw things at me. Wooden chair, trash can, backpack, etc.. He told me to leave, so I did.
Barefooted and crying, I left my house. I walked 6 1/2 miles 'till I found a cop who could take me home. He took me home. My parents hadn't even known I was gone, they thought I was in the backyard. My father was asleep and my mother was cleaning.
This was the worst day of my life... The day I found out noboday cared about me.
Now, I have three gigantic purple and dark red bruises on my side, leg, and thigh. I don't know whether to take pictures of them or not.
What's up Dock?
Tay
 amour_et_paix_enfant · Fri Sep 16, 2005 @ 10:37pm · 2 Comments |
