i had felt it tear open the some of the skin of the back of my spine.
how it all hurt so badly, i could taste blood as my teeth bit harder into my cheeks as i ran into the bathroom and hid away from my mom.
locking the door quickly i turn out the light and curl up in a ball, then begin to let out all the tears. i wanted to scream for help as her fists started to pound and break down on the door.
i wanted badly to end all of my pain.
i remember staying in my own bathroom hidden for days..
fear filled my heart ever since i grew up with child abuse.
i now live with post-traumatic disorder, depression, and bulimia.