It started with the slaps.
‘You’re worthless!’ Another mark upon my pale skin.
Then it got worse.
‘I don’t know why we even keep you around!’ One more cut to add to the growing web.
‘Why can’t you just disappear so we don’t have to deal with you!’ Another day without food.
Many people thought these markings that stood out prominently were gifts from my parents.
What they didn’t realize was the real demons weren’t at my dinner table, but inside my head…
“Go die in a hole!” I sighed, and retreated to my room, additional comments and nasty words thrown in my direction. This wasn’t out of the ordinary. I was surprised I got off so easily to be honest.
I closed the door, making sure to pull my dresser in front of it, in case they got any ideas. Sitting on the edge of my hard, uncomfortable bed, I stared at the walls. Pale white, bare; they almost looked like my own skin, the only difference was m