The doctor was a tall slender man with dull pale skin. The doctor then informed me I'm capable of going home and I'll be leaving in an hour or so. 

~Time Skip Presented By a Angry Little Slice of Pie~

As I got in the car my father had whipped a empty bottle at me that I dodged. He grabbed a full one and started drinking. I sighed and he started driving home. As we parked in the drive way my father had gotten a call from the hospital, which he picked up. I heard slightly what they were talking about. I heard the person on the phone mention something about to much smoke, and losing memory due to a traumatizing event. A tramaumatizing event? What's that supposed to mean? I understand the smoke part. Sometimes when my mom was to lazy to beat me she would just blow smoke into my face and throw cigarettes at me. It's been like that for a while...       My father soon spoke again after hanging up and walking out of the car, "What the hell did you do at your mothers?!" I got out of the car and ran into the house. I sprinted into my room and put a chair against it making sure my father can't get in. But he's strong enough to get through a toddler chair. I just wanted a little bit of time before the beating. 

~Time Skip Presented By a Dream Dorito~

I laid in bed trembling with fresh bruises and cuts over my body. This time I couldn't call out for help, I couldn't scream. I couldn't reason. I just had to let him beat me with bottles and his bare hands. I hope he burns in hell same with my mother. After all they did, they better end up there. My father told me he won't get me lessons for sign language because it's to much money. And we can't get an online lesson because we have no internet. Sometimes I just wished I was dead. And that was a feeling I had now. I got up cleaned my wounds and changed into a F/C t-shirt and plaid pajama bottoms. And slid into bed still trembling and soon to fall asleep.

I then wake up to a peircing scream.

A/N; OOOOOHHH TO BE CONTINUUUUUUEEEDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!