Scar I didn’t ask for this, I told myself,it can’t be my fault. I rush into my room in search for a hiding spot.I couldn’t think straight,why can’t i think straight?,why do i feel this way?calm down i tell myself as i squeeze my large body into the tight space under my bed. As i’m in there I’m scared hell I’m horrified! The sound of my dad screaming and hitting my mom as she’s left defenceless with only her voice to use.My moms now screaming hoping to dear god someone would help.As soo...
11 January 2014, 04:48 PM