I was running back to my house where my drunk father was placed. He told me to get him a 24 pack of beer. You see, if I didnt get the horrible shit, he would beat the living hell out of me....i didnt need that. I got it every day after school. You see, my dad beats me and gets drunk 24 7 becuase he thinks my mother's death was caused by me. But it wasnt....well maybe. You see, I was 4 years old when I had tripped and fell with scissors in my hand. My mother was right in front of me when this incident occurred. I had managed to 'accedently' stab the scissor in her heart.  I am 16 now and my dad has been beating me for 12 years. I am sick and tired of it so I decided to make him feel 'a little' pain. I had grabbed my scissors (the same ones that had killed my mom) and decided to have a little fun. This was after I gave him beer.

It was midnight when I was ready to kill him. I snuck into his bedroom and  stabbed his chest. I heard his blood curdling scream. "Shes gone.....and so are you..."