Me?

My name is Angel and i'm 17 years old.

No I'm not pretty. How do I know this? My parents have reminded me every single day of my life.

I think that the first time my mom looked at me was the only time that she ever loved me. After that I bored her. She complained to me that I cried way to much. Isn't that what babies do? Please do correct me if i'm wrong. Plus, I couldn't help it. Maybe if she would have shown more affection towards me I would be a whole different person today.

Not the girl that walks the halls completely alone. The one that not even the teachers notice anymore. The one that doesn't trust anybody.

And its all because my parents beat me. One thing I do wrong and I'm beat for it.

Bringing home an 89.

Thats discraceful.

Although my parents never brought home a grade higher than a 70 when they were in school.

There was not one night that passed that I didn't get yelled at and beat for absolutly nothing.

But thats ok.

Because I'm used to it.

Curling up in a ball, waiting for my father to come into the room.

And beat me until I blacked out.

Then the next day I would go to school, come home, and everything would start over once again.

Thats right.

I'm an Angel stuck in Hell!