Things May Start Bad Then Become Better

Author's note: This is a retelling piece about the story Where the Heart Is.

Where The Heart Is was a book about a teenage girl that is pregnant and stranded in a city where she knows no one. She creates a goal for her and her daughter to make something out of their life, and she meets people along the way to help her meet her goal.

What's the Point of Life?

Author's note: I wrote this because I am reading a book where a girl has no father and her mother was addicted to drugs, so I thought I should write a story kind of like her life. 

Everyday is a struggle, I go to school trying to hide the pain that I feel.  In the morning I can barely get up because my back hurts so much from being whipped with a belt.  I dread the thought of sitting in school too, because I had 50 slashes from my father’s belt the night before. My mother was so high that she was completely oblivious to the beating my father did to me.  Child abuse is an awful thing so no parent should ever do this to their kid, it really ruins their life.

Everyone at school seems to have their own clicks that explains why I don’t have many friends. I only have one her name is Molly and we usually sit by each other in classes or at lunch. Although she has never came to my house before, or met my parents. If she did meet my parents she will probably stop being friends with me because she would found out that my dad is an alcoholic and my mom is addicted to heroin.  I decided I should probably go get my diary so I could write something to make me actually happy.  I got up but then my father looked at me, I knew he was going to say something mean or blame something on me.

“ Where is the remote control for the television?”  

“ How am I suppose to know, you never let me watch television. Why don’t you look for it yourself?”

“ Are you talking back to me Morgan?”

“ No.” I said then realized I wanted to take it all back....He walked towards me giving me a strange look like he was going to do something horrifying tonight.

I was screaming in pain telling him to stop every time he would push against my body.  He was pushing my hands down and sat on my legs so I couldn’t kick. I knew it had to stop soon, but it was going on for long enough. Finally he let go of me and got out of my bed he zipped up his pants then walked away.  Tears keep running down my face, but he seemed to be back for more.  Now he had his black leather belt behind his back.  I was terrified of what he was going to do next. He grabbed my shirt and ripped it in half so my boney spine was showing.  He repeated to hit me with the belt on my back, but it was the hardest he has ever hit me. It felt like it was going on  forever,  finally he stopped. The rest of the night I cried myself to sleep.

I woke up the next morning and I was still in pain. I decided not go to school and just to stay home alone.  I had no idea where my parents were but I was glad they weren’t home.  I tried to get up to get the phone but once I sat up from bed I know it would be hard to keep my legs stable. I put legs on the ground and took my black and blue hands to push off  the bed but I just couldn’t stand up. After the twentieth try finally I was up. It seemed so difficult to walk I felt like an elderly woman. I got to my outdated kitchen where the phone was, but I thought why even call the school they don’t care about me. I decided to keep the phone in my hand but I walked slowly to the cabinet where my dad’s gun was. I open the old cabinet, and there his brand new sliver pistol was. I got a hold of it and I knew exactly what I was going to use it for but I thought I want someone to know why I would do this to myself. I took a notepad that was under the pistol along with a pen and I started to write. I explained what happened to me, what I actually enjoyed in life and a paragraph to Molly saying how I will  miss her.

I began to cry I was scared if it was going to hurt, but I knew I was going to do it. I dialed 911 and someone picked up instantly. “ You are going to need to get a police officer down on W3467S5703 Kitten Lane there is child killed in the house.” The women started to talk but I wasn’t l listening I dropped the phone and picked up the pistol and I placed it right on my temple. I felt the tears run down my cheekbones  then I pulled the trigger.