HELLBENT

Introduction

Before you start to stare at me because of the bruises on my arms you should listen first. My father abuses me at the point I can't feel anything. To my drunk mom that I cry to about the bruises and the violence that she doesn't believe is true. She never does anything about it, she acts like its nothing although it's something. My beloved brother is the only one that cares anymore. Dan is his name, it's a terrible name but my parents didn't know what to name him because they weren't ready for a child, he was told that he was a mistake but same as I. They named me Eliza supposing that it's a "adorable" name but really it's a slaves name back in the 1800s that got her kids sold and she was raped by a white man.
I have to admit these bruises and scars aren't all from my father but from me. I cut myself because I don't want to be here but I also don't want to leave my brother here with these cruel people. I struggle everyday to stay alive honestly just for him but I'm always afraid of my fathers appearance. Sometimes I hide, I hide because I don't want to face him like my brother does for me.
My brother is my hero, he saves me from the pain I face everyday. If I ever needed a shoulder to cry on it would be my brothers. He comforts me everyday telling me everything is okay, he try's to make things feel okay but it's not. He doesn't lie though he knows something I don't but I don't know what it is, because this pain can't stop the day after he tells me it's okay. But I don't know anyways if it was okay.