"You faggot! Nothing but a disappointment!!" Another punch lands on my right cheek as the man in front me scrunches his face in disgust, eyes screaming hate.

Just another day of me being beaten by this man.

My dad.

My vision becomes blurry and I hit the floor with a thump. Guess that punch was the final blow.

My whole body is aching. Bruises everywhere and ribs that I'm sure are broke by now. My fingers skim over something liquid on the floor.

Blood.

"Agh.. "

Unable to get up from the floor, I whimper in unbearable pain.

"Useless." He spits swinging the empty alcohol bottle in his hand. "Take your ass up in your room. And don't you dare forget to clean all this mess." He says gritting his teeth. Without another glance, he stumbles out of the kitchen.

I don't know how long I stayed like that, almost lifeless.

Lifeless? That's what I feel everyday. Nothing new.

My eyes stay shut and my limbs go limp. The only thing audible is my shallow breathing. Lifeless yet alive.

Everyday this is just getting worse. I am not safe at home as well as at school. In both the places, I get abused, beaten up and tortured.

That's what hell is all about right?

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"Life will drag you through hell to see if you have the guts enough to still believe in heaven."

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