This story is purely fiction. Also, I know I have another one started, but I'm at a wall at that story. I plan to start it back soon. I've never writeen a story exactly like this, and yes, it is in first person. Third person stories were beginning to bore me.
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Chapter One: Family


"You don't know me, so don't pretend you do."

That's what I told my parents. Those were the words I said. Cruel and indifferent as they were...they were the words we parted with. Honestly, they were the words I felt.

They didn't know me. They never had. I was sixteen years old, I should be in my prime. I never would be. I would never be accepted by anyone. In the end, I was the empty shell my parents had forced me to be.

My father, he started beating me when I was six. That was back when I still adored him. That was back when he wasn't my father, he was my daddy. He treated me like his little princess, and we spent time together. We had fun.

Then he changed. Then I feared him. He had always beaten my older brother. Always. I remember watching when I was younger. It frightened me to a point I can't explain, but I never once thought my dear, loving daddy would hurt me.

I had it worse than my brother though. My father wasn't the only one who beat me until I bled, my brother did to. Ten times worse than my father ever hurt him. Ten times worse because my mother would always try to protect him. Always try to get in the way of my father's blows. She never protected me. Not once. Not even when I cried for help. Not even when I screamed in pain.

The older I got the more I blocked them out. The more time I spent locked away in my room. I escaped into books, movies, shows, video games. Anything. Anything I could get my hands on. Anything to block the pain, and the screaming out.

My parents began to fight, more and more. My father would hit my mother. You have to understand, I don't like my mother, she never helped me...she never saved me, but I do love her, because no matter what...she keeps trying to smile.

I on the otherhand, have long since forgotten how to smile. The corners of my lips become sore when the even begin to twitch upwards. It's not like I have much to be happy about at home, anyway.

My brother's torment upon my life lasted for a long time, in fact, up until the point he moved out. Around the time he was twenty-three. Yes, that was around the time. He told people we were so close. That he loved me so much. I couldn't ever believe that.

"Brother...do these bruises and welts inflicted upon my body come from love?"

My father's rage continued. Up until the point he was on medicine and seeing a psychiatrist, that is. Then the beating stopped. Then I thought life would get better. Around that time I was fourteen, my brother was gone, and I thought my dad was okay.

I grew close to my mom in the months that came after. I could never forgive her though, for sitting around while I was beaten by two of my family members. Still though, I could accept her.

I was an individual. I showed it in the way I dressed, the way I acted. I was extremely artistic, everything about my personality showed that. My father didn't like that. My father was angered by the fact he hadn't had a "normal" daughter.

I apologized. Everday, every moment. Whenever I f**king thought I had upset him. Still, nothing. He hated me, and I finally learned that I should just accept it. I should just accept the terrible things he called me to my face, just accept the fact he wanted to throw me out.

I would keep my pride though. I was sixteen. I still had pride, even if it was the only thing I had left. I would not be thrown out. I would leave on my own free will. So, that's when I said it...

"You don't know me, so don't pretend you do."

-To Be Continued

I LOVE IT!!! MORE MORE MORE!!

YAY IM FIRST!!

thats awesome... the topic of being beat has been used, but ur writing is definately unique..
LOVE IT!! lol

oooh i love this. but its kinda sad tho.. i cant wait for the rest of the story!!!

wow i like. keep up the good work

Hurry with the next chapter!! if there is one...lol

Okay, guys. I'm so sorry I haven't posted yet. But see, yesterday my bellybutton piercing got ripped out -_-() And I've been in to much pain to really think up any good ideas. Here's something for you though. Chapter Two will be about Friendship.

So sorry about the inconvenience. I'll try to post by tomorrow. Next week and the week after I'll be pretty busy also so I may not update as much as I like. Also, to let you know. The first several chapters will be memories the girl has. I want you to get to know the main character more than I usually do.

i love your writing! its awesome! keep it up!

Oki Doki, don't worry. Take your time writing chapters.

Everyone else seemed so happy after readin this..

It was sad. Very well written and put together. I like the idea. But it was sad