It's everywhere; on the news, in the papers, magazines even! I should never have gone to the police about my dad. Yes, the abuse was getting to the point of hospitalisation but I couldn't help but feel a little pity for him. No, you can't!

-Flashback-
I'm lying on the floor in the pool of blood I've created. The once white tiles, now crimson, are soaked with tears. As they steam down my face he continues to punch me, kick me and whip me.
"Apologise!" He spits.
"For what?" I manage through tears.
"You know what!" The whip starts to hit my back at a more frequent pace, causing me to curl into a ball. You don't know how much I want to die!
"Fine!" I scream, "I'm sorry that I'm useless! I'm sorry I'm a waste of time! I'm sorry I'm a waste of money! I'm sorry I'm a girl! I'm sorry I'm your daughter! Ok?! I'm sorry!"
With a final kick in the side he slowly walks away, wiping the blood from the belt with my shirt.
-End of flashback-

I'm locked in the bathroom, knife in hand. As I begin to slice my wrist I mutter memories, bad memories. This is for the time I was rushed to hospital! This is for the time I was paralysed! This is for the time I was diagnosed with depression! This is for the time I was bedridden! And this is for the many failed suicide attempts! Each cut was beginning to become deeper and deeper than the last.

I raise the knife to my neck; No longer am I known as Allie Knowles, now all I am is "His Daughter".