One day I was just playing with one of my toys in my bed by the window, and there was a hole in the window. So I started playing with it and my toy got stuck and went through it and fell on the ground. I looked around then I took the screen and went out of the window so that I could get it. I got it and put it back in my room, but before I went in I heard a meowing sound and turned around to the noise. I went across to the neighbors house a saw a cat hiding behind the bushes. I started petting and playing with it for a few minutes, and it took me a minute to realize that I needed to get back into the house before my parents woke up. As I started to go back and climb through the window one of our neighbors (who lived in the house I was by) had saw me and said, " You may wanna hurry and get back in, I don't want you to get in trouble". I nodded and headed back in and put the screen back on the window and closed it, but when I turned around my father was standing right there by my door way. " What were you doing out there?", he asked. "I was just getting my toy, it had fell out of the window.", even though it was the truth he looked as if he didn't believe me and had gotten scared because I didn't know what he was going to do. "Get dressed we're going to the Community  Center.", he demanded. I did as I was told and we went to the Community Center and I played on the computer while my parents played pool. Then we went and ate at a pizza place called Pizzaria (I'm not sure I spelled that right). As the day went on I was thinking that everything was going to be alright, but I should've known better. I was about to go into my room and play with my toys when my father came in and said, "Go take a shower real quick." "Ok.", I replied as I got my towel and headed towards the bathroom. After I took a shower my mother came in, "Your father wants to see you." I put my towel on and went into my parents room, and my father was standing by the bed with a belt in his hand. When I saw it my heartbeat sped, and I immediately started to get scared. "Who told you to go out the house this morning?", he demanded. "n-no one, I went out by myself.", it was the truth but he didn't believe. He started beating me and I screamed and cried loudly for help, but my mother did nothing but stand there and blocked the door. He face was blank as my father kept beating me and asking me who told me to get out the house, "n-no one." "I don't believe you!", raged with anger he threw me towards his nightstand and started punching me repeatedly in the stomach. "Who told you to go outside!" "N-no one..." after a while of punching he grabbed me by the neck and held me up against the wall still asking the same question. I tried to answer but I couldn't breath hardly. After a while he finally dropped me and I fell to the floor choking and grasping for air. He looked at me with a disgusted look on his face and said, "Go to your room, you're sleeping on the floor and don't even think about putting anything on!" I went to my room and laid on the floor and cried myself silently to sleep. The next day I woke up and I was in my bed with my pajamas on, I quickly jumped out of my bed but when I did I had stumbled to the floor for some reason my legs felt weak. Then I remembered what had happened the previous day. My mother stopped by my room and my heart sped because I thought she might tell my father, but she just stared in horror. I was confused on why she looked at me that way then I looked down, and that's when I saw the blood on the front of my pajama shirt a couple splotches on my sleeves but the back of my shirt was fully covered with dried caked up blood. My mother took me into their bedroom, fortunately my father was already gone and had went to work. She helped me take my shirt off, it had hurt a little. She cleaned me up and wrapped some bandages on me. My mom stopped slapping me around and abusing me, but unfortunately my dad didn't I guess he didn't care. Now I have couple scars on my stomach, one on my left arm, a couple small scars on my right arm, but several of them on my back. Once in middles school I had whore this really cute top that I like but it showed a few scars that were on the top part of my back. The kids would laugh at me and call them "Bum Bumps". I would try to explain to them what they really were, but they didn't care they just laughed at me and kept making fun of me. At me and my scars that won't fade away.