Several years  have went by without seeing my family. The last time I saw them was five years ago. I was sent out to the last base camp of the group. There is 26 of us. My biggest fears are losing my family and friends. I already lost two of my friends in this war. World war 6. Ever since the last president caused the first war since world war 2. I understand that no one believes in god anymore because of what happened in world war 5. We all prayed to god,but nothing happened we all still suffered. God wasn't there for us. I lost my belief in god when I was a little girl. My mother had prayed for my father not to pass away but he did that night. My mother had all of us solemnly promise to never to pray to god. I haven't prayed to god since. My mother after my father died became an alcoholic and she started to smoke. She said that I can blame god for the way she is. She was very abusive when she was drunk. She once hit me across the face because I said,“please help my mother lord. She needs a heavenly message from you. Please help her.”  I was in my room when I said that little did I know she was standing in the doorway . She had a bottle of beer in her hand. She seemed to of growl at me. She walked over to me and started yelling at me. “What the fuck is wrong with you? You little cunt. You are a  fucking traitor. You are no longer are my daughter!” she set her beer on to my dresser. She then walked back over to me. She raised her hand and back handed me across the face. It had left a red mark across my face. I started crying. She had gotten angrier and she started to raise her hand again. The second time when her hand was a few inches away from my face I had caught it. I had a tight grip on her hand. She was angrier when I caught it. She then clawed my face. She left several scratches on my face, arms, and legs. I had promised myself for that day on I would never pray or speak to my mother again. Whenever I think of her I feel the hatred felt on that day she beat me. I will one day get her back for all she put me through. She will get a taste of her own medicine. I will get revenge even if it means I destroy half of the world to find her. I am not threatening her I am promising her that she will get a taste of her own medicine. When I promise things I never break them. I normally am not a violent person. But for this kind of thing that all changes. When I was younger she had beaten my little brother for pronouncing a word wrong. She had hit him across the face with her rings on. She cursed him out. I looked at her with surprise. She looked at me and swore at me she then said , “ if you ever tell anybody about this I will beat you to an inch of your life. I am not kidding like the all of the other parents do. I am dead serious I will beat you until you beg for mercy. You will never tell anyone. Do you understand me? Huh Maria? Do you fucking understand me? I will beat you to a inch of your life if you tell anyone. Go to your fucking room you little bitch.” I nodded then replied, “ I understand mother. I won't tell anyone I promise.” I walked to my room