Mom?

I laid in bed, silence filling my ears, I pushed myself up and went to my toys, quietly playing, afraid to break the quiet layer that embraced the cold house.

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I walk home from school, slowly, the rain soaking my clothes and chilling me to the bone, yet I hardly noticed. My phone dinged, I checked it excitedly because it was my moms ring tone. A chore list. I shoved my phone back in my wet pocket and kept walking with a sigh. Why do I get my hopes up?

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Time freezes as I crash into the electric fence, my legs caught in the tires, yet the only thought on my mind was, "I want my mom". The man who is supposedly my     "loving" father, screams at me, as I pick myself up off the ground, blood dripping down my legs. I get up and walk back to camp alone, no tears fell, I paid the pain no mind, after all no one cares. Would they-- would she notice if I disappeared?

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I tremble as I hold the knife to my porcelain neck, my eyes dry. "I want a mom", racing through my mind. I want to, but I'm scared, if I disappeared.. Would she finally notice me..?

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Sobbing, my head on the floor, the lighter sprawled next to me, the knife still in my hand as blood trickled down my arms and onto my burns, stinging but I deserved the pain, I'm nothing, why am I still here?

All I want is my mom, is that so much to ask for..?