Chapter Five- David.

I was nearly 11 when I had learned all the forms of punishment mother had ever done to me. Mother always had something up her sleeve though, and sometimes I never knew what to think. I just wanted things to be better, even though I knew I hated her! Mother let me eat, but gave me 20 seconds to cough down all the food I possible could, with a blow to the face. I was real bad, and I made mother mad, and that's when the accident happened. I knew mother had been drinking, and I still wasn't listening and I got stabbed. It was my own fault, but  couldn't bare with the pain of the cut. I was doing everything I could. Mother had helped to, and I had begun to think maybe she knew she'd done wrong and maybe she wanted things better. She'd made sure I was okay before I went to bed, and that I was safe. I had such trouble sleeping, I didn't know what to do I only wanted the pain to go away. The next morning, mother was back to herself. I had no option but to take my punishments and deal with the pain. I want to be better and to be safe again. I wished mother had never picked up alcohol, I hate her and everyone else for letting this happen.