Pocket Knife

Before I could react, I saw his hand coming towards my face. As his large hand made contact with my face, he hit my cheek, lip, and nose. I leaned forwards and held my head in my hands. I could feel warmth in my hands and as I looked up, there was a pool of blood in my cupped hands. I ran into the bathroom as quickly as I could and grabbed a cloth from the cabinet. I held my hands and face over the sink, and let the blood rush down the drain along with the water. As I un-cupped my hands, I rinsed them and put the wet cloth to my nose. The cloth absorbed the blood as I sat down on the floor and cried. This caused the hatred I had for my father grow along with the part of me that wanted so badly to run as far away from here as possible. Once I sat up again to rewet the cloth, my lip had swollen up and stung from my father's powerful strike. Once again, the water had rinsed away with a red tint. My face throbbed as I wiped the blood from my cheeks and nose. My father walked up to the door and knocked on the door. I told him to leave me alone but he just kept talking. He told me that I had anger issues and that he was sorry , but I knew he didn’t mean it. A sat on the floor for about 20 more minutes waiting for him to leave.

Once he left to go to bed, I slowly cracked the door open and looked out to make sure the coast was clear. Once I was sure that he was asleep, I headed into my small room to go to bed. I was too tired to put my pajamas on that I just went to sleep in what I was wearing. I close my eyes and folded my hands to pray. Once I had finished, I put my head onto the soft, welcoming pillow and drifted slowly off to sleep.

When I woke up the next morning, my father had already left to go help his friend finnish a small house that they had been working on since the beginning of summer. The house was located about three miles from here and was in the middle of nowhere. I can’t understand why anyone would want to live there, but they did. I didn’t have anyone to talk to because my sister was still at her friends house and my dad took away my phone last night before he had struck me. I felt tears come to my eyes as the home phone started to ring. When I answered it, I knew right away that it was my father. I heard him yell some cuss words at me, but I couldn’t understand what he was saying. All I could make out was “It’s all your fault, if you weren’t such a ******* baby, you wouldn’t have gotten into trouble” and “You should get your head out of your *** and act like a woman rather than a worthless baby!” I felt tears come to my eyes and I hung up the phone. I was not only sad, but very upset. I sat down when something shiny caught my eye. It was my father’s pocket knife. I then wiped the tears from my cheek and looked down at my small wrist. I knew that I shouldn’t, but I couldn’t help it. I grabbed the knife, opened it and put the sharp blade to my wrist. As I put pressure on the blade. I could see a thin drop of blood drip slowly down my wrist. I whimpered as the sharp blade cut through my soft skin. The drip of blood turned into a small river running from my wrist to the surface of the table. I pulled the blade out of the gash on my wrist and did it again. I didn’t want to but I couldn’t. Once I had five deep cuts on my wrist, I decided to stop because the pain was getting really bad. I got a clean cloth from the cupboard and put it on my throbbing wrist. I could hear my dad pull up in the driveway, so I whipped up the blood with a dirty rag, and I ran into the bathroom. As I locked the door, I heard my dad open the door and yell my name. I told him I was going to the bathroom and I heard him sit down in his spot on the couch where he usually sa to watch the tv. As I heard the tv flick on, I looked down at my arm and started to cry. I looked around and saw my sweater that I left in the bathroom from earlier and put it on. When I looked in the mirror, I say my black mascara running down my face. I wiped away my hot tears and walked to the door, careful not to make any noise. I walked into my room, locked my door, and laid down on my bed. The soft blankets welcomed me with their softness.

I looked around the room and didn’t see my sister. I knew she would be out in the living room with my father and I was scared. My father wasn’t someone who you would want to be alone with. I just prayed that he wouldn’t get upset and hurt her. There is a large scar on her back from my father whipping her with a belt. The scar runs from her right shoulder blade to her right hip. I have many scars too, but mine are smaller and spread all over my back. I also have bruises all over my legs and stomach. I didn’t like how it felt when I was alone because he could easily do something to me. He could do like he always does and hurt me in some way. As my head touched the soft pillow, I drifted off to sleep.


The bottle


When I woke up the next morning, my sister wasn’t in our room. I was worried but I didn’t want to get up and face my dad, but I needed to make sure my sister was ok. I got up from my bed and quietly put my ear to the door and listened. I could tell that my dad was asleep, but I didn’t hear my sister so I began to worry. I opened the door as quietly as I could, but It creaked as I opened it. I looked over to the couch to make sure he was still asleep and luckily he was. I saw my sister laying on the wooden floor and walked over to her. As I approached her sleeping body, I shook her to try and wake her up. She groaned quietly and got up to a sitting position. As she turned towards me,  I could see a large purple circle around her left eye. I knew immediately that my father had punched her. I moved her blond curls away from her face to examine the wound. I could tell that she was still tired so I carried her into the bedroom, locked the door, and put her on the bed. I could tell she was still in pain, so I let her go back to bed. I then opened the door and walked into the small bathroom. I looked in the mirror and and I felt anger. I grabbed one of the pony holders off the counter, put it on my wrist, and started to brush my thick blond hair into a ponytail. I could feel the pony holder rubbing on the large cuts going across my wrist and clenched my teeth together in pain.

When I walked back into my room, I grabbed a light blue t-shirt, jeans, and a sweatshirt. Once I had gotten dressed, I got up to get something to eat. When I walked into the kitchen, I saw my father sitting at the table drinking a beer. I walked over to the fridge to grab a bottle of water, but when I turned around, I tripped on the carpet and fell. My father was yelling and cussing at me and I just slipped.

“You have no right to tell me what to do, and if you keep treating me like ****, I will tell the police that you hit us!”

I saw him raise his hand up and he threw the beer bottle at me. It hit the left side of my face and blood rushed out of the wound like a river.

“If you tell the police anything, I will shoot you in the face!” he yelled. I ran into the bathroom and locked the door. I ran over to the closet to grab a cloth, and put it to my head. I  could tell that my father was really drunk, but I also knew that he would do anything he could to keep me from telling the police. The blood from my head wouldn’t stop running. So I grabbed some extra clothes, and ran into my bedroom. As I sat on the floor, my vision got blurry and I could feel hot tears start to run down my face. All I could think was that I needed to get somewhere far away from here, and soon.

I stayed in my bedroom with my sister the rest of the day. We didn’t even get up to eat. That night, once my sister and dad were asleep, I got up and walked over to my dresser. I took all the clothes I had and put them in a backpack. I then gathered most of my belongings along with water, my phone cord, and my money. I then walked over to the door and opened it gingerly. Once the door was open far enough for me to slip through the opening, I walked into the kitchen and grabbed my phone. Luckily, I had just charged it so it was still at 97%. I walked back into the bedroom and grabbed my backpack. As I stood up, I heard my sister sit up.

“What are you doing?” she asked me in a sleepy tone.

“Nowhere that concerns you.” I said back in a quiet, reluctant voice.

“Can I come with you?” she asked.


“Why?” she asked. We continued to argue back and forth until I told her that I was running away.

“Can I come too?” she asked after a long pause. I didn’t want to at first, but I decided to let her because I couldn’t leave her here with my father.

She started to pack her things and once she finished, we made a plan.



The plan that my sister and I had was not very clever or very well thought through. We were going to sneak out the window and run to our aunt's house. The only problem was we didn’t know the way. All we knew was that we would have to head West to get there. I realized that we might need help, but when I went to  grab my phone, I remembered that my father took it. I opened the door quietly and saw my phone sitting on the table. I snuck through the door and walked furtively over to the table, careful not to wake my sleeping father on the couch. I grabbed my phone and walked silently back into the bedroom. I grabbed my backpack and started opening the window when I realized we had no food to eat. Me and my sister grabbed our backpacks and walked into the kitchen. We grabbed canned food, peanuts, apples, and some water. We walked back into the room and walked over to the window. I made sure I locked the bedroom door, and climbed carefully out the window. Once I was on the other side, I helped my sister out and we started walking.

We walked through the woods on the right side of the loud highway. I could not believe I was doing this. I have thought about it many times, but I have never had enough courage to do it. The fact that it was extremely dangerous and I had decided to bring my sister with me was even worse. I didn’t know if I would be able to keep her safe, or if I would even be able to keep myself safe.

My sister wasn’t the strongest person I knew, but she was very smart. She’s tall, has beautiful blond curls, and she has ocean blue eyes. I too have ocean blue eyes, but my hair was straighter with only a little wave underneath. My hair was also blond, and I was short but pretty strong for my age. I work out and stay fit by working out at the gym and running in the morning. My dad used to work out and stay fit, but after he started to get lazy and is very unhealthy.

I snapped out of my thoughts when I heard my sister say my name in a soft voice. We have only been walking for about 30 minutes, but it felt like 10 hours. When I looked at my sister, she talked in a very soft tone.

“Where are we?” she asked. The truth was that I didn’t know. I had stopped hearing the cars passing and I couldn’t see the highway.

“I…...I don’t know.” I replied in a soft tone. I could tell that she was getting worried. The fact that we were lost and didn’t know where we were going was really bad. Worry crept along the bottom of my stomach as we continued to walk through the dark woods.

“We will be ok.” I said in a comforting tone, even though even I didn’t know if I believed the words that had just come out of my mouth. I didn’t the worry I felt show to my sister because I didn’t want her to worry anymore. We continued to walk as the cold wind crept through my clothing and stung my skin. I could see my sister start to shiver and I gave her my winter jacket that I had brought, considering the fact that it would be cold at night. As we walked, the sky grew darker and the air began to get frigid. And I could hear the crunch of leaves under my feet. The sky was a variety of colors from orange and pink to hues of blue and violet. I saw the sky darken and I felt cold water sprinkle down from the sky. The light sprinkle turned into a storm as the cold rain stung my bare skin, and lightning cracked angrily across the sky. The harsh wind was blowing faster by the minute and we decided to make a small shelter to sleep in.

We walked farther into the woods, collecting sticks, branches, and other things that we could use to make shelter. As we looked through the dark forest, we saw a fallen tree and propped the cold, wet sticks against it. We covered the ground and sides of the shelter with leaves and brush. I found some large rocks and aligned them in the shape of a circle. I started rubbing sticks together like they did in movies,trying to get them to start on fire. But unlike in the movies, there was no fire. I crawled into the small shelter where I saw my sister had laid out my jacked, and she had changed into dry clothing. I looked in my backpack and grabbed my sister and me both a granola bar and we ate in silence as the rain pelted down around us. We could hear the thunder crack across the sky and we could feel the wet ground vibrate below us. I rolled over and closed my eyes and tried to sleep, but the thunder was too loud to tune out. I laid there thinking about what was going to happen to me and my sister. I knew that it was dangerous to bring my sister with me, but I didn’t want to leave her with our dad.

The rain slowed down a little bit later that night and I finally drifted off to sleep.

Ending Story


When I woke up, I was careful not to wake up my sister. I walked around the forest looking for something to eat, because I didn’t want to waste the food that I brought with me. It was hard to find any food because the weather was getting colder. I managed to find an apple tree with a few apples. As I was walking back, my sister was sitting on a rock waiting for me. I handed her an apple and we sat there in the silence of the woods and ate one of our apples. I looked around for the first time and realized that I never noticed how beautiful it was out in nature.

Once we finished eating, we gathered our stuff and started walking the way the sun came up, I learned from the internet that means that we are going north. As we walked, we tried to listened to the the sounds of the wind blowing through the trees, the animals walking around in the distance, and the sound of our own footsteps. I would occasionally glance over at my sister to see of she was doing ok and then look back where I was going.


After walking for another hour me and my sister took a break, she of course was tired of walking. But to tell you the truth I’m worn out myself. I start thinking that we won't make it anywhere at all. It's all lost hope. We could no longer hear the care and my sister is so cold. But the thought of seeing my dad is unbearable. As we walk to the sound of the wind and leaves crunching I hear something else. Water!

I run ahead and spot a river. Yes! And on the other side are lushas blueberry bushes. The river is only like 6 feet across we can make it. I drag my sister forward.

“No! What if I fall in sissy?” She screeches as she looks at the river.

“You won’t I’ll be here.”
“Okay.” She says giving up to the pull of my hand. I pull us to the water and step in. The cold threatens to drag me down. But I hold steady focusing on the fruit.
We make it half way and we fall into the ice water. In the process I let go of her hand and I hear her let out a scream. I rush up and look around. Spotting the blue of my sisters jacket I run forward and pull her out of the water. Fear grips me as I drag her onto the beach. I start to do mouth to mouth and then feel her pulse. Nothing.

Her eyes stare to the sky and her skin is blue.

My life is over. The only thing I love is gone, I should be there to.

I run to the water and jump in. Feeling the cold I let myself go. My story is over along with my sisters.







This is the story of a friend, for me there will be no end. So this book is short as her life was. I wish the best to those who have had a thing happen to them like I have. 


Tag der Veröffentlichung: 13.10.2017

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