I kept looking at the ceiling of my bedroom, Galaxy Colors, Stars. Mom was yelling at Uncle Jesse for stealing her credit card and using it on beer. I was used to the screaming, foot steps, threatening, hitting.               Mom walk in my bedroom and brought a sharp knife with her.

Mom-Sweetie, it's best for you to die

Lily-Wait what?

Mom-I just want you to not die from uncle Jesse 

Lily-YOU ARE NOT GOING KILL ME!!?!

Lily-Mom, please don't say your drunk again!

Mom-Sweetie I'm sorry

Mom walked over to my bed and cut my hand off with the sharp knife.

 Mom kept slicing my arms and legs and hands I was terrified.

I laid there only the bed chopped up into pieces blood on my pillows and my bed sheets and blankets. Uncle Jesse walked to my room... He opened the door... He saw me laying there chopped into pieces.. Uncle Jesse face was completely white like he had saw a ghost wandering around here.

 I had no words to say. I am dead now. All because of mom if I were live with dad I would be not dead.

Being dead is strange... You can't really do anything when you dead. If I were still alive I would slap mom and scream at her. But that didn't happened. I wish I were still alive. I had so many things to do when I was alive.