Part 18

There's a doorway that leads to the attic. Before I knew that it was the attic I'd sit there and stare at it. One day I decide to go up. When I did I found a couch, another box TV, and a king size bed. I sat there looking and I then saw a chest. I opened it and inside was my very own axe. I wasn't ever going to let my parents up here. I vowed to never let anyone in here. I never wanted to move and if we did. I wouldn't leave. As a child I walked alone. I went normally to an abandoned building. When I got there I'd sit down on a stairs and I'd start crying. I was afraid. The bruises along my arms made me hurt. I hated my life. I tried to kill myself 8 times. That was how many times I did that year. One time I almost successfully did. But some guy saw me and took me down. They saw the bruises on me. I told them a kid at school did it to me. Of course that was a lie. I was afraid to tell them my parents did it to me. The next day was Monday I had to go to school. There was a kid named Timmy there. He liked to pick on me. When I got there, I was pushed out of the car. Timmy saw me as I had went to line up. He grabbed my backpack and pushed me onto the ground. He got on top of me and started to punch me over and over again. I then pushed him off of me and I pulled a knife out of my backpack. I put it up to his throat. and  pushed hard then pulled fast across. All the kids started screaming as he fell to the ground. I was the only one laughing well….me and this really really cool girl.