Lacrimosa wrote:
(haha, nah that would be funny xp)
I looked around before climbing in through my window, trying to be as quiet as I could. I threw off my clothes and began putting on black tanktop and skinny jeans when my step dad walked in, drunk as hell. "Hey, why the f--- are you home so late? Off smoking with your dead beat friends?" I ignored him and began putting on a leather jacket when he suddenly pinned me up against the wall, my body against his and one of my arms held by the wrist above my head. He looked at the scars. "Cutting again, I see. Damn emo f@g." He muttered. I struggled when he suddenly grabbed my wrist tightly and threw me across the room, causing me to hit the dresser and knock over lots of my stuff. Glass broke and cut my hand as I struggled to stand up. "Look, I saved you the trouble of getting a razor." he said. He began beating me and only stopped because one of his friends called him from the other room. I hurriedly put the rest of my clothes on and grabbed my bag, stuffing a few razors in with it, before running out of the house and onto the lawn.
(Jesus, I gotta stop before I write a novel .-.)