She knew very well that after her mother died her dad started to love his belt, like coming home drunk, calling her names, beating her up with a belt to the point were she fell unconscious and what not.
It was a continuous cycle of waking up early, her dad ready downstairs to hit her, going to her part-time job with her untreated bruises, cuts and scars, sleeping with an empty stomach, earning money by herself and going to school.
She was physically and mentally tired 'can I keep going with this hell of a life? I...... I just want to sleep and never wake up, is it too much to ask for? What......... Just, what did I do to deserve this? Is this my fault to be born? For him to be my father? I never asked for this, right?'
She let out a quite sigh, eventually wiped her tears and got up, made her way down the rooftop, as soon as she descended from the stairs she heard her phone ringing.
