Chapter 7 David Pelzer

I never would think that I would be so hungry that I would eat pancakes out of the dogs dish. As years passed the beatings got worse and worse. I just kept praying that mom would die and her soul would go to the depths of hell. I hate father now because he knows the hell I go though and he lacks the courage of saving me. I began to think that their was no god to help me. I smeared the word assholes to my brothers because they started hitting on me too. I knew they had to see the hate in my eyes for them. I pray and I pray but my life seems to get worse and worse. I hate my life so much I just wish I could be free from the pain. All though mom just keeps hitting me but I can never cry because I don't want to give her the befit of the doubt. I hate my family.