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Personal Narrative-Mahli, Open Up !

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BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! The thundering sound of my dads fist banging on my bedroom door. I'm cuddled up in my blanket hoping it will protect me from the sound, from the pain, and my dad. What did I do wrong? Why am I here? All I hear is "MAHLI, OPEN UP!". I know what my dad is going to do to me, I know he's gonna hurt me, and I know I won't be able to take it. The sound finally stops. I want to peek out to see if he's gone for another drink, but I'm to scared. My mind is every where..I want to be gone. Get away from every thing and every one. I want to go to a place where no one knows my name. It'll be easier. No more tears, no more hate, and no more pain. No one knows me, well.. they know the Mahli that wears black jackets, black jeans, and has scars on her arms. …show more content…

My thoughts get interrupted by my Dads heavy footsteps walking across the hallway floor..Thank God he didn't start banging on my bed room door again. I probably would of called out to my "Mom" but she's probably out dancing her little butt off for guys she doesn't even know. My parents never used to be like this, until the bills started getting higher and until those men started coming over every night. I mean, I can't change them. I can only change myself.. but that's so hard when all you ever hear is "Mahli, you're not good enough" or "Mahli, you're worthless". The only person I can depend on is the person looking back at me in the

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