Living Hell

“A Living Hell”
Today, I woke up when my three year old sister asked me to go turn on her cartoons.   As always, I had to stay up and watch her while my stepmother slept in.   My stepmother woke up at eleven o’clock.   I was put into the corner for sitting in the wrong seat.   My father just yelled at me and I slowly walk to his room.   My stepmother told him I lied all day long and I am asked what I would do if my kid lied to me and I said I would spank them.   My stepmother said “you deserve three spankings for every lie and you’ve lied eight times.”   My dad grabbed the paddle and tells me to wait on the patio.   He walks toward me and I begin crying as I see the paddle in his hand.   I bend over and take twenty-four spankings.
I’ve had a problem for the past month and I can’t fight it.   They keep telling me I have a disorder called anorexia and bulimia.   I’m confused because I don’t know why this is happening.   I’m so hungry but my stomach won’t hold it down.   Dinner is ready and I feel hungry, so I will try to eat tonight.   They tell me to eat on the floor in front of them so I eat all my food.   I can’t finish this burger but I’m getting looks that I had better eat this or else.   I’m running to the bathroom now because it’s too bad to handle.
I’m being punished again today.   I sit on the wall and cry because it’s beginning to hurt really badly.   Sitting on the wall is a military exercise in which you use your lower body and lean on the wall in a sitting position.   My stepmother is walking towards me yelling and pointing.   She just sat on my legs and I fell under her weight.   She just took my right hand ring finger and bent it back to touch my hand out of anger.   I can feel the sting and burn.  
I just finished doing the dishes that needed to be done early and I did them too loud according to my stepmother.   She just shoved me into the chair to make me eat two habanero peppers.   I don’t like peppers so now I must force it down but I can’t. Fortunately, I threw up...