You woke up early to make yourself breakfast so you get to eat today, you pour yourself some serial and ate quietly trying not to wake your mother so she doesn't start the day with a bad mood. Your brother walked down stairs and ignored you as he walked past you with the stench of drugs and blood. Your brother never hurt you in a physical way but he never came to your aid when you needed him most. You understand how his addiction started he just didn't want to put up with the family as a much as you but he's slowly killing himself for it. He probably thinks better me than him to get abused but im not sure he thinks at all anymore, he's like a zombie. Finishing your serial and washing up the bowl you start to make your mother and fathers breakfast. Your mother walked down the stairs not remembering a thing from last night and sat down at the table putting her hands in her hands trying to get rid of her never ending hangover. Your father then walked down stairs his hair all messy with bite marks down his neck. Your mother looked at him in disgust which got you thinking why didn't see get a divorce if it hurt her so much? Then the answer hit you, she probably is staying for the money I mean how else is she going to pay for her alcohol.

"Y/N honey?" your mum said with a frustrated tone.

"Yes mother?" you replied plating up there food.

"Can you make mummy a coffee and put a lot of scotch in it?" she stated in a prissy way. You didn't waist a second on the food any longer, you made the coffee and opened the cupboard scouting for the scotch flask. You looked at the scotch and then over to the rat poison then back to the scotch grabbing it and pouring the whole thing in. I can't believe I thought about poisoning her, well if she was dead you wouldn't have to deal with her shit anymore but then you would have to kill the whole family... stop thinking about It and get the day over with Y/N. You were already mentally scolded enough but you hushed your demonic thought. You put the coffee in front of your mother and curtseyed so you didn't get scolded. She sipped the coffee and went back to her grieving while you walked into the kitchen to grab their food. You placed the food in front of your father who smacked your ass in a perverted way without your mother noticing. You didn't know how to respond so you stayed with shocked and moved away from your father not wanting his type of fun.

"Is that enough scotch mother?" you said placing the plate of food in front of her.

"Of course not, but for now its fine" she said angrily shooing you away. You were walking back to the kitchen when your father smacked your ass. You turned around and glared at him and said "Don't you dare touch me like you do to your 'assistants'!" you screamed. This gained the attention of your mother and she glared at her husband then at you.

"No wonder you didn't open your door last night" she said look shocked. You lit up with joy your mother actually listened to for once! "YOU'RE THE SLUT THAT'S FUCKING MY HUSBAND!" she screeched. You stood there shocked for dear life seeing the rage in your mother's eyes.

"No your wrong, I would never do that to you!" you said rising you voice. She looked at you with eyes of sorrow but then it was taken over by pure rage.

"How dare you speak back to me you whore!" She yelled back. Your father got up from the table and walked passed you winking in the process, he planned this. You were to angry by the fact the your father enjoyed seeing you hurt and he did this on purpose that you didn't realise that your mother was behind you with her silver knife. She stabbed your back making your scream out in pain as you fell to the floor. You were helpless, you couldn't do a thing as you shook waiting for the next wound to be made. She stabbed your shoulder blade next making you scream out calling for help but you knew no one was going to help. She then stabbed you stomach slitting it open making you bleed everywhere. You were slowly loosing conciseness knowing that you were dying of blood lose and there was nothing you could do about it, you were weak.

Knock, Knock, Knock!

Your mother kicked you making you cough up blood and made her way to the front door to answer it. You looked up hoping the neighbours called the police but sadly it was your neighbours at the door. "I heard someone screaming for help is everything ok!?" she said out of breathe from running up here.

"Oh yes everything is perfectly fine, my daughter just had a little incident" she said smiling while counselling her rage.

"Oh thank god, I thought someone got stabbed" she said with a reassured look in her eye. If only she walked inside and saw you but no she was too mesmerised by our oh so perfect family. You used the table to support your weak limp body. You stumbled your way up the stairs walking towards your bedroom to lock the door so your mother couldn't touch you. You heard the front door shut which means she was going into the bedroom and then you heard her scream.

"YOU CAN'T GET AWAY FROM ME!" she screeched. You walked as fast as you could towards your bedroom as you heard her running up the stairs. She was right behind you as you slipped into you room and shut the door in her face locking it. She was screaming and screaming about how sluty and horrible you were. You blocked her out and walked over to your medical kit to try and stop the bleeding before you die.

You stitched up your back and shoulder stab wounds but ran out of antiseptic before you could get to your slit open stomach. You put a rolled up pillow and stuffed it in your mouth and stuck the needle into your stomach. You were screaming out in pain and you were stitching up the wound, you were nearly done until you stabbed to far down and the needle got stuck deep in your skin back you cry harder. You pulled the needle wailing in pain and soon finished the sowing and cleaned up the wound and laid down on your bed. You just so hurt and tired you could fall....

You black out