If I Disappeared, Would You Care? (A Teenage Girl's Story)

"Get down here, freak!" My mother called from the living room. I sighed. She never seemed to show any love towards me. I was just a slave to her. A burden that was given to her after my father left. I silently dragged my body off my nearly, empty bed. The only thing my mother bothered to put in my room was a old lamp with a burnt out light bulb, a filthy mattress, and a pillow for my head to rest on that I had gotten as my birthday present a few years back. Oh, and since we're on the subject, I would like to add that that was my only birthday present for all the sixteen years I've existed.

Moving my lifeless form down the stairs, I heard an angry sigh. "Why is it that you waste my precious time always?" Mother questioned yanking my thick, wavy light brown hair pushing me to the ground. I felt a hot sensation taking over my hand and looked to see her pointing her blue lighter onto my already scarred, pale skin.

I gasped in pain. She was burning me. Again. I tried to take my hand away from the flame, but she took it and positioned it even further into the fire. I bit my lip knowing that if I screamed, I would be in much more trouble. "Please," I pleaded in a whisper.

"No, darling," she said the word as if it was the most revolting thing in the world and added "you must be taught a lesson." After another minute she took the lighter away and put it in her jeans' pocket. I examined my hand. A horrible burn on the middle of my hand causing agonizing pain to from it.

"Now, I want you to know, that if you tell anyone about this I will kill you, Jamie. Is that what you want?" I shook my head quickly in response. Although I wanted the pain to end, I was terrified that death would find a way to torture me as well. "Good, now get your ugly face out of this house before I have to do it myself. My friends are coming over, and I don't need you disturbing us."

That was it. All of my anger and pain just exploded out of me. I just couldn't do it anymore. "Fine! You want me gone, I'm gone!" I yelled angrily throwing my arms in the air dramatically.

"Very well then, I'm glad you finally see you are not wanted here," she told me putting as much venom in her words as possible. I looked at her with a tear stained face. I can't believe it... I thought she might at least tell me not to go, that I mattered at least a little to her. But no, apparentely I don't mean crap to her.

I looked down then. "Goodbye, Mother. I won't bother you again." I turned and walked out the door. It slammed shut behind me. She really hates me.