dewy11
June 18th, 2008, 10:22 PM
i live in a kinda small town and i come from a family that works alot and iget involved in this work everyday. my dad does fabrication with metal and materials. everyday since summer haas got out he expects me to do something (work) and my brother can stand the work even likes it. this work is not easy work its not easy in any way. its grueling work. i play xbox360 and dream and hope to god that i can be a game desiner or something that has to do with video games. i try this work but cant stand it. i try to avoid it at all cost but today my dad was returning from a work trip hes always gone to. i wa playing the xbox and he yelled down the steps for me to go out and finish sweeping the shops pad witch i was suppose to do the other day but i just couldnt do it cause i hate doing anything to do with the shop. i went out to sweep the shop and i need my truck to move something and i went up to the house and when i walked in the door he looked at me and said hed thrown my xbox in our pool cause i didnt clean up the downstairs. and a tear came to my eye cause if i could saveanything in a house fire it would be that. the xbox is kinda my gettaway from my problems in life. its my help my phyciatrist my therapist and my stress relever. i walked upstairs to my room and sat on my bed for about a minute and then my dad came up the stairs and came in the room and yelled at me telling me that i had my head up my ass and that he cant tell me to do anything that i can do. and i just looked down and i cant stand to look into my dads eyes. and he told me to look him in the face and i tryed but i couldnt i could only look at his chin. he thengrabbed my hair and threw my head back i sat back up then he ckock slammed me on the bed and hit me in the stomach a couple of times and i just tryed to protect my self as many times as i could but i was soooo scared i couldnt belive it. this was the first time he really ever hit me really hard. he then turned and punched my punchiing bag so hard the house shook. he told me i was going on a work trip with him the next day. and i just kinda got up scared shitless and kinda walked twards the door to leave and i passed a knife and i looked at it and thoughts of suicide flooded my brain and a feeling like no other feel over me like when u get one of those near death experiences and i felt so bad and like my body knew i would do it. i just put the knife in my pocket and walkd to the shop. i had had thoughts of suicide before but never this strong. i felt as tho there was no exscape that this was the only way. i walkd to the shop and wanted to get in my truck and drive away but i couldnt so i went down to the shop and sat down thinkin of how much i hated him and i truly do hate him. ive hated him for a while. i pulled the knife out and looked at it. and i prayed to god about EVERYTHING i prayed he woul help me but i feel as though there is no help. i looked at it again thinking about what i would miss and what would happen. i thought about how much i wanted to hurt my dad by thinking about how bad he would feel knowing that he did this to me and i wish i could see that. idk why but i do. i didnt commit suicide today cause i wouldnt be able to see how he felt and i would go to hell. but i want to stop this and tell him i dont want to do his job when i get older but i cant and i want to stop this pain i cant... i just need help. i just cant bear to get help from a phycatrist or anything but i need a change and fast... plz post your thoughts