Chapter 34- Celestia

                                    

                                          

This is part of a double update!
Two days later I finally came out of my room to find that almost everything in the house was broken, my dad was sitting on the kitchen table a bottle of Whiskey in his hand, the table covered in white powder, and his face looked pale.
"Where were you?" He asked his voice raspy.
"In my room. Where is mom?" I asked keeping it simple and forward, he was in no state to have a conversation.
"She left."
"What, Why?" I asked surprised
"Because," he answered annoyingly, taking the last gulp of the bottle.
"Why is the house like that?"
no answer
"Did you two fight?"
no answer
"What did you do?"
"Stop fucking asking questions," he yelled throwing the now empty bottle towards me.
"What the hell?" I said escaping the glass from hitting my face.
But he continued throwing stuff at me, I escaped enough until he threw a chair, that hit my leg hard.
"What kind of drugs did you take, father?" I screamed rushing toward my bedroom. 
"Did you just raise your voice at me?" He asked following me.
He held my hand tightly before slapping my face hard enough I felt blood rushing from my earrings.
I stared at him not blinking, he didn't blink either, I think when he realized what he did he let go of my hand and left.
Half an hour later I was sitting in my room blinking slowly as tears ran from my eyes, I tried calling my mom, but she didn't answer, opening my phone caused me to receive all kinds of messages calling me an attention seeker or slutshaming me or praising James, etc... along the missed calls I received from everyone.
So I turned it back off again.
Two days later.
My father's addiction was getting worse, he was not going to work anymore, staying on our couch doing lines all day long, throwing stuff at me every time I went out of my room, my mother was unreachable, and Sofia, James, or Alex coming to my front door every day trying to get ahold of me.
I don't feel like talking to anyone.
One day later
I can't do it anymore, I tried I promise, But the shine of the blade lying on my table was too tempting.
I started cutting myself again.
9 June
I think my father forgot it was my birthday today, but I didn't mind.
I can't live like this anymore.
The world is better off without me anyway.