I am currently crying in my room on what I call a bed its more less just a blanket duck taped to the floor with a sheet on top but its better than no bed at all I was snapped out of my thoughts when I heard my mother yell (A/N 'if your future children call u mother then u failed at being a mom because anyone can be a mother but not everyone can be a mom) and something crash It was quiet ......too quiet then I hear feet stomping up the stairs and to my room which is just a closet (I feel bad reader chan) I started backing up to a corner to try to hide from my mother I went under a shelf because my mother never feeds me I'm small so I fit that's when my door slammed open and I jumped hiting my head warm blood slid down my face but I didn't cry I don't scream I just stayed quite as to not be found my mother looked around the room before seeing me graving me by my jacket that looked like this

I was scared of what she was going to do ......
To be continued