Today has been one of the worst days but considering my life it possibly one of the best. My name is Dylan Thomas and you might be wondering why I am talking to my self right now, well let me answer that for you I find it as one of the simple ways for me to cope with life and it proving quiet effect actually. I am currently walking along the side walk on my way to home I am feeling extremely tired after running my shift in my two jobs and again you might be wondering why do you have two jobs what do you need so much money don't you have school well that what most of the people I meet say atleasr and yes I do have school tomorrow I run two jobs cause I have to take care of myself and my little sister not to mention my college fees and before you ask yes i do have parents or at least if you consider him a parent the person am talking about is Dave Thomas my father or if you even consider him that,seeing how it took all my will power not to spit by the side walk at the mention of his name and i just found out I don't have a particularly strong will power oh well. Back to the story it seems, Since my mom died from breast cancer a while after giving birth to my sister his been like this he blames us for death and refuse to even consider us his kids the only reason why were not on the street is because of The Children's Bureau (CB) but the truth is that all a farce. After he quit his job he spends the day at home and any little cash he gets is usually funnelled in to his drinking addiction or his gambling which if my calculations are correct he only won ones and instead of calling it a day gambled it all away again, then he comes home blames us as the cause of his misfortune then beats us usually me as i try to protect my sister the best i can before passing out in the sofa leaving us to nurse our wounds ourselves now you heard my story i think you have a clearer grasp of the situation as to why i have multiple jobs.Saying this i turn in to the street of our neighbourhood closing in on our house the almost rundown old house but still a House I guess as I close in to the door I noticed it was slightly open which means he was home but as moved to pull the open I heard the sound of my little sister crying and his yelling pushing the door open and rushing over to the living room forgetting my previous tiredness only to see my sister on the ground with a new scar on her back from the belt to the side by the couch and on the floor next to the table a broken bottle of one of his cheap beers still filled with drinks I quickly pieces the situation together only to see him about to strike her rushing over to her side to quickly catch his arm and push him away from her as he fell over the sofa and crashing on to the table with the sound of more bottles crashing I may not be your world famous bodybuilder but with the work I do and having to walk to everywhere i have a pretty muscle body even with my asthma close to a swimmers but more of a runners build turning around and kneeling to console my sister helping her to her feet and instructing her to go to our room and look the door as she left only for me to here the angry yell of him behind me and to see him rushing at me with a clear amount of rage in his face as he is holding one of the broken bottle in hand quickly preparing myself as we struggle over the shard after he tried to staped me the sound of furniture breaking and being knocked over as we wrestle for the glass before he tripped over one of his own bottle allowing for me to quickly over power him and take the glass away as I was about to go console my sister only up in my room but first went to grab the bag of groceries I bought with her favourite snack in it only to hear the distance cry of my sister who must have came down after the noise stop and to see him charging at her with a new shard yelling nonsense like this is all your fault you took her away from me turning around to see him charging at her with a new shard with what strength I could muster I rushed over barely managing to push her away as I felt the cold yet hot stab of something painful pushing him away as he landed on the piece of glasses resulting in him screaming which brought a smile to my face as I looked down to see the glass embedded in the left side of my chest over my heart as I collapsed to the floor as my vision beings to turn dark hearing the distance screaming of my sister and the sirens from the police cars probably from one of the neighbours who called because of the noise, seeing my sister Anna crying over my body with my head over lap as i try to comfort her even in death telling her it will be alright and praying to whatever god out there willing to listen to help her find somewhere where she can live peacefully and have a normal life as my vision grows dark and my taught slow to a stop.
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