You are 6 by the way

(Y/n) used to have a happy life. Her parents loved each other and they had a nice house. But that all changed the day her mother died in a car accident. Her life was never the same again. After the accident (Y/n)'s father began drinking very often. When he was drunk he got angry at (Y/n) for strange reasons like, wearing mismatched socks or tripping over things. He would yell and hit her until he passed out on the floor and then (Y/n) would get up, go to her room, grab a blanket and lay it on him so he wouldn't get cold and wrap up her wounds with a first aid kit. She would then sit by her father and make sure he slept peacefully before she went to bed.

(Y/n) never cried or got angry at her father, she never wants anything bad to happen to him or anything like that. She knew that he was just sad and mourning her mother. Then one day her father got drunk and was angry because he had stepped on a Lego she was building with. He went into the kitchen and grabbed a knife, then grabbed (Y/n) by the shirt and cut her arms, legs and back then passed out again. (Y/n) got up and did her normal routine but this time instead of going to bed or wrapping up her wounds, she went under her bed, got a backpack full of clothes and food and ran out the door into the night.

First chapter of my second story done!

Times like this don't you wish you had your big brother Derek from my first book?