a sad ending

Why am i always treated like dust?that question always runs through my mind. my brothers hit me,they don't get into trouble. i hit back, i get into trouble. my parents beat me.i cannot run from this torture any longer. if i do,i run into another patch of pain.dust is all they think or me i cook for them, i clean for them, i do everything. they control me. if i don't do as they say, i get beaten.i night, i was studying,because i was trying to learn how to read,i forgot all about my chores.i heard footsteps coming closer and closer, they got louder and louder.i knew i didn't have time to escape, so i hid. i hid in my dark lonely closet for so long.until i couldn't here my father anymore. so i came out of the closet, there, stood a tall,muscled man,about 6'5. he picked me up by my ragged, worn dress, and threw me against the wall.when i tried to get up, he hit me. he gets mad very easily. but he doesn't want to kill  always  keeps me alive so he would have something else to hit the next day. i run, get the cell phone, and go into that dark closet. it was so quiet, i could here the numbers being pushed and i called 911. i got ahold of them and they asked me, what the problem was, but i could not speak. if i spoke, my father would know that i was on his cell phone and i would f get hurt then. so the operator asked me again: "what is the problem?" i whispered, "My father is beating me." she then asked me where i lived, and i couldn't answer that, because i have never seen the address on the house, my father never told me either. the only thing i could tell her is the street name and what my house looked like. she understood and said she would send police over as soon as she could. but soon was not soon enough, because apparently my father was not in a good mood today and felt like hurting something more than he usually did. he came back into the room when i had already come out, and i saw something shiny, and sharp in his hand. i asked him what he was going to do with it, and he said he was going to kill me with it. after he said that, he said good bye Sarah. i am going to miss beating you. at that very moment, he stabbed me into the heart, and i died instantly. that was the last thing we heard of Sarah and her family, except that her father, right after that, committed suicide with that same bloody knife. it was too late before the police and ambulance came.