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I closed the door to my room and put a chair under the doorknob to make sure he didn’t get in. I turned and hid under the bed. I knew that he would find me there, but I really didn’t care. I just wanted to be safe for a few minuets.

Safe from HIM…

My dad…

What if I wanted to break
Laugh it all off in your face
what would you do?

“WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!” He screamed, rampaging through the house. I cried out as the door to my room was forced open, knocking the chair to the ground with a bang. I whimpered as he reached under the bed and felt around for me.

I was already pushed to the back wall, and couldn’t move anymore. He grabbed my leg and pulled me out from underneath it, I screamed for mercy, but as usual, my plead fell onto deaf ears.

“No daddy, please don’t hurt me!”

(Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh)

“It’s your fault!” he roared back at me. “It’s your fault she’s gone!”

“No daddy, it wasn’t me! Please don’t!” I cried, tears spilling down my cheeks now. “Please, Please!”

“SHUT UP! It’s your entire fault! All of it! Now I’m stuck with you!” he yelled, and tossed me down the stairs.

What if I fell to the floor
couldn’t take this anymore
what would you do? (Do, do)

I cried out in pain each time my arm struck the stairs at different angels, shooting pain up my body. I heard a crack as I landed on the bottom of the stairs, and felt blood. I lay there, stunned, as I heard my dad coming up behind me. I started to weep to myself as I tried to get to my feet.

I tried to get away.

"Get up!" He yelled. I could smell the alcohol on his breath from where I was.

I carefully got to my feet. The room was spinning; I stumbled a few feet and then sank to my knees. I was too weak to stand.

"I said get up."

‘I can't. Can't you see that? Even you can tell I'm dying right now...’ I thought to myself in pain

Come break me down
marry me, bury me
I am finished with you

"GET UP!" He barked.

I tried to get up, I tried my hardest. The room was still spinning, pain shot through my body every time I moved. I moaned in agony.

‘Please, I'm begging you, please stop. I don't want to die...I don't want to die tonight! I thought, starting to sob

My father walked to where I was and lifted his foot above my body. I was on my hands and knees. I needed to move, to get away, but my body wouldn't let me. All I could do was sit there and moan. My father put his foot down hard on my back, knocking me to the ground. My body fell on shards of broken glass of a beer bottle he tossed there when he got home. I could feel the glass in my stomach, the crimson blood started to flow from my body. He kept his foot on her back, pushing me harder and harder onto the blood stained mahogany floor.

‘Stop! I'm so sorry, father. I promise you I'll do anything you ask, just stop...please.’ I tried to scream but couldn’t

Blood trickled from my mouth and down my chin. I tried to swallow but spat up the blood onto the ground.

"Now, get up." he kept his foot firmly in my back.

What if I wanted to fight?
Beg for the rest of my life?
What would you do? (Do, do)
You say you wanted more
what are you waiting for
I'm not running from you (from you)

‘How can I? You've still got your foot on me. I can't move...it's all I can do to keep on breathing.’

I felt something sharp hit the back of her neck, pushing the glass farther into it. I screamed in pain and tightly closed my eyes. I heard something crash and break next to my head. I opened one eye and looked at it. My father was towering above me, a large book in his hand. My head was swimming, pain filled my body. I clenched my fists and got to my knees.

I looked up to my father, "I'm sorry...I'm so sorry, just please...please stop." I coughed up blood as I spoke. I keeled over and clenched my throat. I couldn't breathe.

Come break me down
Marry me, bury me
I am finished with you
Look in my eyes
you’re killing me, killing me
All I wanted was you

"Stop? Stop? Why should I stop? I hate you, everyone hates you! You're worthless. Ugly, useless, worthless, trash!" the book hit me in the back, sending me a few feet across the room and back on the ground.

My jaw had landed on the mahogany floor.

I heard something crack and more of the crimson liquid flowed from my mouth. I swallowed it down and turned over onto my back. My father had a smug look on his face. His crystal eyes were cold and hard, they had a glazed look to them.

He's trying to kill me. He's actually trying to...kill me. His own son...his own flesh and blood.

"Please just stop!" I screamed.

"Why should I stop? You think this isn't fair? You killed my wife, damnit! You deserve this!"

Before I could get in another word a glass had hit me in the stomach. I moaned as the glass broke and embedded itself in my stomach.

I didn't kill her. I didn't! I loved mother...she loved me. I didn't kill her you bastard.

"I didn't kill her." I whispered a leering smile was upon my face; I clenched her stomach and looked up to my father, "You killed her. I know you did."

"How could you say such a thing about your own father?" he started towards me.

"Don't come near me!" I screamed.

My father's grin never left his face, "You killed her. That's what everyone will believe. Then you killed yourself out of shame." my father pulled a gun out of his pocket.

I tried to be someone else
But nothing seemed to change
I know now, this is who I really am
Inside, finally found myself
Fighting for a chance
I know now, this is who I really am

My eyes widened in terror, I scrambled to my feet and started for the door, stumbling the whole way. I fumbled with the doorknob. It wouldn't open.

Why isn't it opening? I have to open it!

My father held up the gun and kept walking. My palms had become sweaty, my whole body was sweaty. I kept slipping with the knob never able to get a good grip on it.

Lord, please help me. Please protect me from this man. I don't want to die yet. I'm sorry; please forgive me for what I might have done to deserve such a fate as this. But please, don't let me die!

I kept fumbling with the door and then, click, the door opened. I pushed it open and started to run down the long hallway and for the other set of stairs. But while I was running as fast as I could, which of course wasn't very fast at all considering my wounds, I tripped on the rug and sailed a few feet through the air. I landed on her arm and twisted it all the way around. I yelped and held it gingerly with the other hand. My arm was broken, my body covered in glass and sticky blood, my head and neck swollen.

"Get out!" my father demanded.

Oh, Oh

Oh, Oh

Oh, Oh

I stood up slowly and started for the stairs, a few steps down them I felt the gun run into my head; I lost her balance and fell the rest of the way down.

Landing at the bottom on my jaw.

I heard more, and louder, cracks. A few teeth were loose. I got to my knees and gasped for breath.

I can't breathe...I can't...I'm not going to make it.

I gently got on my hands and knees, and with all my strength I managed to stand. I stumbled a little and then stood somewhat steady.

"Go!" He screeched.

I looked at the stairs, there was a trail of blood from where I had fallen, and my eyes followed the blood and ended at a small pool of blood that had been from my mouth and stomach.

Come break me down
bury me, bury me
I am finished with you, you, you
Look in my eyes
You're killing me, killing me
All I wanted was you
Come, break me down
Break me down
Break me down

I winced and turned around. I put her hands on the door and instantly pulled away with a yelp of pain. I looked at her hands. They were red and raw; glass was deep inside them. I looked at the door handle. That was all that kept her from getting away from him, from my father. I looked up at him; he was coming down the stairs slowly.

I have to get out of here; he's going to kill me.

Before I could grab the door again, he was at my side, with a book in his hands. He hit me in the head, and I fell to the floor. I heard the faint sirens in the background.

There was a single gun blast and I felt blood splatter me.

“OPEN THE DOOR!”

“IS ANYONE IN THERE?!”

“OPEN THE DOOR NOW!”

Before everything turned dark, I heard the door open, and felt myself get lifted onto a stretcher. Lifted, to safety…

(Say you wanted more)

What if I wanted to break?

(What are you waiting for?)

What if I...

(I’m not running from you)

What if I...
What if I...

(Bury me bury me)