tw, child abuse. please stay safe.
Days went by since she ditched her poisonous friends, and she was happy for a while.
She thought that chapter of her life was over,
but really,
it was just beginning.
Things were fine at school, but the real horror was when she arrived home.
At first it started as just yelling, and annoyance when she forgot to do her chores.
She stayed in her room,
tried to hide,
tip toeing through the house,
avoiding her mother.
Then things elevated.
Her mom realized what she was doing,
and it turned into being locked into her room from when she got home to when she left.
She snuck out at night for food,
trying not to be caught.
But one day she was.
For the first time ever, her mom hit her.
Hard.
Where no one would be able to see it.
She never told anyone about what happened.
Not baby brother, not dad, not her teachers,
no one.
No could find out.
It was her secret.
Her mom never hit her again, and stopped locking her in her room after that, but treated her brother with more importance.
As of he was worth more.
She hoped this wasn't true.
I'm just as important, she told her self,
but she didn't believe it.
As the days went on her self worth dropped lower, and lower, and lower.
Even though it was -30° she still went outside without a jacket.
She rarely ate, just let herself stave.
The thoughts came back,
all those one she thought she had left behind with her poisonous friends.
I'm worthless.
I don't deserve to live.
Why am I still here?
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