Run

Dad’s the womaniser that’s a alcoholic and is on drugs. Mum’s had her heart broken 50 times in just 2 years. She found dad, had me, and her nightmare began. For a little more than 13 years, my life had never been normal. Dad had issues, and mum wouldn’t stop crying. When other girls my age try out lipgloss, I try being normal. I walked into the lounge one day and eyed the pool of blood spread over the tiles. And it just kept spreading. Mum lay motionless and dad was with a ciggy. I run. 

Author's Note

extremely short, not based on real events