As i stared at him I could feel the hate radiating off of my body.I knew from that moment that i would never be the same person i was before.I knew that i couldn’t ever love my father again.Just a few minutes ago, he was bitching at me about nonsense, as usual.I thought to myself, “How much longer?”
I got my answer the next day.
I was talking to my mother and I told her that I just couldnt handle it anymore.That he had taken it to far this time.All my life he had abused me mentally.Feeding the fire inside of me for so many years.
As soon as I was in therapy for depression, my mother was constantly watching.I got in trouble more often because I couldnt stand to be under restrictions.I rebelled.My grades went down drastically and I started to self mutilate myself.
The second i felt the blood flow I felt as if i was soaring through the sky.I loved it and i knew i shouldve stopped but I couldnt.
I was soon forced to see my dad and I hated it with a strong passion.And as i stare at him once again i know….