Alone (2)

The Crash

Hello, my name is Lexi Johnson. I am fourteen years old and I’m in 8th grade. I go Arkport Middle School. I have no mom. I have a dad who is very devilish. He always yells at me and curses at me for being stupid and retarded. I hate him.

   My mom was sweet to me, though. She brushed my hair while I was sobbing into my hands about my dad and his words. I have no friends, nor loved ones. I mean, I have relatives and all, but none love me. I am alone. I don’t now what love is anymore. People always don’t believe me because they think I have gone mental. Sometimes people tell me to drop dead, others tell me to go to ****, while some tell me I have no purpose at all and that I am a waste of skin.

   Everyday I go to school and cry in the bathroom for hours. My teachers think I'm in the nurses office, that's what I tell them anyway. My brother died in a car crash. My dad was driving on the highway near Wendy's, and he was drunk so he swerved and killed my brother. He was not sad at all. He was cheerful. After we went to the funeral, he got a coffee from Starbucks. My dad is the worst. My mother would have been devastated if she had been in the car. Oh, and by the way, during the time he was driving on the highway I was at volleyball practice crying in the locker room.

                           

                     I heard my dad talking to himself one night, that made me scared. He mumbled, "I will change her, she'll come back..." Stuff like that. Creepy.