Me and my 7 brothers

I was laying on the kitchen floor battered and bruised lying in a pool of my own blood. You might be thinking isn't this unusual but it was not unusual for me in fact its the complete opposite. This is my life Hi my name is Cassandra Romano. When people hear that name they say any one of these: 1) The popular girl 2) Perfect family 3) Heart of Gold 4) Loving and Kind but that all changed on the 17th of September 2016 when mum died. Ever since then I've been labelled as one of these 1) Depressed 2) Rebellious 3) Cold hearted bitch My life was perfect. Having 2 loving parents. Being popular at school and having a lot of friends but that all changed when her mother died of cancer. from that she went to having an abusive father, getting bullied and having no friends apart from her 2 best friends, Aria and Spencer. Halfway through 6th grade they both left because they were moving because of their parents job. I treated Mr and Mrs Mitchell as my parents and they treated me like their own daughter. Mr and Mrs Johnson were a different level. They treated me like their own daughter and spoilt me rotten but they wouldn't hesitate to punish me if I did something wrong. and they were the only ones who knew I was being abused. in 7th grade my so called father turned to drugs and alcohol to help with the pain and also the joy of abusing me made him happy. But on the 15th October, he did something way worse. it wasn't the usual punching or slapping. it was the day he stole my innocence away from me. I had to get a job to help with the bills. I tried my best to hide my salary away from him because he'd just spend it on drugs. At first, he was ignoring me but when I hit 6th grade, he started to whip me and punch me. he'd blame me for the death of mum and leave me to tend to the bruises myself. In the middle of 6th grade, I found cutting myself helped me to cope. it was a drug. but that's enough of me lets get on with the story. I tried to get up as slowly as possible but the excruciating pain held me down. I started crying. after 5 minutes I tried again and this time I did it and limped my way to the basement where I slept. Before mum died, I used to have a room upstairs with a comfy mattress but know I sleep on a cardboard box because his words were 'w****s like you don't deserve a bed' I quickly wore an oversized jumper and leggings while covering my face in makeup to cover my bruises. I grabbed my backpack and limped my way to school. 'So far so good' I thought to myself. but I jinxed myself as the second I finished my sentence the queen bee of the school Mandy Idgris pushed me onto my locker and I cut my shoulder on the edge of my locker. I hissed in pain. 'Why don't you just kill yourself it'll make everything better and its not like anyone wants you anyway' she hissed and left. I slammed my locker and went to my class but didn't know that what was coming was going to change my life forever