Sick of your pity

Last summer I moved in with my aunt, uncle, and cousins. They're the only ones who would take me in plus my aunt always was like a mom to me.

I have no idea how people found out my dad used to hit me and even though I always was in fights at school, I lost at home. How did they know my dad laughed at the fucked up thing Darren and Jarred my dick older brothers did to me. The only thing they didn't know was that my mom did nothing. They didn't know that when I finally escaped she called me up crying, wanting me back. Only so they'd stop doing the things that I went through to her. How do you like it mom? Do you still wish you fucking sat there and did nothing?

You deserve it. So why do I feel so goddamn guilty?

If anyone from school read what I'm writing now they'd see me completely different. So would my friends. They'd think I'm a pussy.

But I hate them. I finally blew. Whenever there's a family party I dread it because my aunt has to invite them. Last one we had Darren hit my head against the wall and I bled. Later him and Jarred came and found me in my room and poured my beer on me. I tried fighting back and it didn't work. Not when both of them were there.

I can't wait to move out of this fucking town and away from everyone I ever knew. One quality I actually have that's good is that I don't get attached to people. Everyone I ever dated I hardly even liked. My friends I'll miss them a little but I'll get over it. I just want to be gone.