Just echoes...
I need to get away. I just don't know where to go or what to do.
I have no good childhood memories that I can remember anyway?My mother was abused when she was little, and once I got to the age where I accidentally talked back to her, she was convinced that I would become like him. So she believes that I will always try to conspire against her. Someone once told me that if you try NOT to be someone hard enough, then you'll end up becoming them. I...I don't want that.
I want to run away so they can be a happy family without me.
When I was eight I tried to find a different form of escape by locking myself in my room and whispering my problems to myself to get the thoughts out of my head, but my mom took the door off its hinges (she literally pulled out the pins with a hammer and threw the door to the side) and started yelling at me again. She was even madder that I locked my door and I learned a few colorful curse words that day?
I LOVE to write and I do so as often as I can. I wait until I?m sure everyone is asleep (I?ve even memorized that my dad wakes up at almost exactly 11:30 at night to get a cup of water) and open up my glitch-y computer. It helps to create a world where I can control what?s going on and ?escape? for lack of a better word. There I can create my own friends and family and finally feel safe and wanted. It?s the only place where I can be myself and express myself in my stories and not be laughed at or judged. It was all I had.
My mom is fond of calling me a witch and told my little brother in no uncertain terms that he wasn?t ever to listen to anything I said again, and if he wanted something that I couldn?t get him, then he was to come directly to her. I?she threatened to take my computer away (the one thing I have left). She said I would never become an author and even if I did write anything worthwhile I would be too frightened to actually try to submit anything. She says I?m pathetic and that?s probably the only thing the both of us agree on.
I?m spiraling down deeper into depression each day, and I?m feeling more and more alone. My two little siblings have grown to despise me, and if I look at them wrong, it?s taken to my mother. I?m still missing a chunk of my hair where she ripped it out. I remember when she did, and it was just because I walked by her without looking her in the eye when I answered a question. My little sister saw it as my mother grabbed my hair and threw me as hard as she could against the floor. My sister screamed and started crying because she was scared, but mom told her that I was a witch and that it was okay. There?s nothing worse in this world to hear your little sister stop crying over you. There?s NOTHING worse.
Who could care about me? Who would talk to me outside of people on the computer where I can pretend I?m not waiting until my parents have left to talk to? Who could I ever talk to?
I?want to run away so bad. What could be worse than this? But something holds me back. Maybe some last bit of lingering pride? Maybe hope? Fear? I don?t know what it is?but I don?t know what to do?