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*sigh* i miss my dad. he left me wit my hell of a mother n my lil sis 4 2 weekz. i got abused again even dough it waz not da 1st. wen i waz lil, i would get pulled in2 da restroom wit a knife 2 my stomach threatened 2 behave. now im grown az a 12 n almost 13 yr old gurl still getting abused which my my mom got it 4rm her childhood, da way her parentz would also treat her. 2day waz 1 of da worst dayz of my life. wenever my dad izn't here 2 protect me, my mom'z mind iz more caught up wit work, n since he'z gone, she abusez me more often. 4 i hav just got beaten by my so called "mother". while trying 2 defend myself 4rm her nasty strikez, i got hit on da arm n it iz now bruised n cut. last time i waz crippled 4 da day 4rm her strikez wit da broom in her hand. i still hav da bruised mark on my leg 4rm dat incident. my arm iz throbbing wit pain n it iz painful 2 sit here n type wit it. after her strikez, she slammed da broom on da ground n left me there praying 2 god dat she won't actually kill me. n i no u think i might b rational rite now, in other wordz, dat im just thinking stuff, but i m speaking da truth. 4 da last time she striked me, she said da american lawz were stopping her 4rm killing me, n da nxt time she haz 2 strike me, she would definitely kill me. well here i m, still alive. but i wouldn't no wat would happen wen i get home wit all da knivez, broomz, n da gun she held in da drawerz. 4 i think da reason she iz holding bak 4rm killing me waz because wit all these witnesses at her work spot. salty dropz r blurring up my vision n i wish i could hav foster parentz or at least 2 hav some1 2 help me. but i no datz not possible since i've been going thru diz 4 12yrz.
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