...I don't know why my life has to be so creul. I find myself waking up every morning scared of what my parents might say or do next. Just today around 2 hours ago I had been choked by my father. I thought I was going to die. It was the first time his abusings had gotton this far, but I am not the least bit surprised. He always tells me that he will kill me one day or that he will get sent to jail because of me but he wouldnt care as long as Im dead. It seems that I am abused everyday (yeah even at 15 yearsof age). My mom well she likes to see me suffer. She is the "fuel" to the fire in him. I feel there is a big cultural thing in this...because they are from a country where supposedly the sons massage and kiss the mothers feet. My parents are always telling me that if I dont change they will send my back to their country and do things they arent allowed to do here and make me work the way the other teens do there. But back to why I started this post..I am very confused and very scared. My dad choked me because my mom was sick and he was saying things like back at his country he used to massage his sick mother and he used to take care of her. (all I was doing was sitting in my room studying). I dont want to say anything like "well this isnt the same country no is it?" for I know what would come out of it (a punch in the chest) so I just stay quiet and yet he comes for me and grabs me by the legs to throw me down and then he does something really scary...he chokes me. I remember my heart stopping once he had both hands around me. I was whispering "no stop" "your hurting me" and most of all......"Im sorry"...I just dont know if it should of been me or if it should be me to have to say sorry for HIS abuse. I remember looking into his eyes...oh how I will never forget them. They were filled with anger,hatred,and evil. They were the eyes of an abusive father that has grown me to hate him, the were the eyes of a maniac,....they were the eyes of a killer. I must stop now for writing this is a huge risk, but please help.. I just dont know what to do. I mean I dont want to leave for I cant imagine living any where else (Im afraid of leaving). All I really want is someone to talk to because none of my cousins/friends understand of will understand what Im going through. I keep telling myself "just three more years...three more and you could get away from all this....at the rate thing are going... I just dont know how much longer Ill last.

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