Hands
I gnawed on my hands. I was worried. I slowly looked at the clock. My eyes began to close, but I managed to help. I continued to gnaw so hard my jaw hurt. My skin peeled, and bled. Mom slowly came in and saw me. "Dear! Don't do that!" She demanded and she kneeled to me. She removed my hands from my jaw and rushed me to the bathroom. "Why'd you do that?" She asked as she wrapped a bandage over and over again over my wrist to the tip of my finger."Bad habit..." I replied while watching her.
After that I went to my father and tapped him. He slapped my hand, it made a big slam. It made my finger bleed more. "Don't touch me!" He demanded.
I slowly looked down, and went to my room. I began thinking of my father. How much of a victim he was. My victim.
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