All Monsters Are Human

This is the real story I apologize for the mistakes 

My life consisted of this: Getting up, eating whatever food I can before my mother and fafther got up, getting hit my my father, doing my daily thousand chores, getting abused some more, then sleeping in a fury of nightmares. I hated life, I've told myself that a million times. Every time I did, I thought my mom wants me to live.She was the only thing keeping me going. Besides, when does my life matter? Father had told me that my lfie doesn't matter thousands of times. He told me that, but he wouldn't kill me. He makes me suffer. My mother is never home to see it either.It would have been so much easier to kill myself, but I thought that would be too simple. I had to fight. Here's my story.
   "Abril!" I heard my father scream my name. I'm not sure if he's drunk. It didn't matter because he'd hit me anyway. Father walked into my room stumbling. He smelled of alcohol, so no doubt he had been drinking. I stood straight up, knowing not to loko him in the eye. My heart raced in my chest as a tear fell down my cheek. "Not gonna speak eh?" My father slurred. "That's okay because you're sixteen, and adult, so I don't have to deal with you. Get out" I did as I was told. I walked out of the house into the cold and dark night. A scared little girl alone in a hopeless world full of filth and violence.
   I began walking down the street as tiny droplets of rain landed on my forehead. Cars would occasionally pass by mockingly. Suddenly, a dark blue GMC pulled over close to me, and the tented windows rolled down as a very large German Shepard Dog poked his head out. "Hey need a ride?" The man asked me in a low tone. I had no better choice, so I got in. "Blake." He offered to start a conversation. "I'm Abril." I told him shyly. "What are you doing out so late?" Blake questioned. "My abusive father kicked me out and I don't have anywhere to go." I replied. "You can come hom with me, and I promise not to hurt you." Blake said grinning deviously. I nodded. Just then, I was hit over the head with a tire iron. I immediately passed out. 
      When I woke up it was very warm. The sun beamed through the window in the far corner of the room. It was the only source of light I had in the dim, metallic room. The bed they had me chained to was very lumpy and uncomfortable. The sheets smelled like pee. I looked around, in hopes they left the key on the stand near the bed. I looked over and saw it. The most beautiful thing I've ever seen. A silver key. I was able to grab it with my index and middle finger and unlock my right hand. Then I used that hand to unlock my left and my ankles. I heard rustling behind the doors so I had to make a run for it. I ran to the window and attempted to jump through it. Attempt failed. I heard the door open and felt a pair of large masculine hands grab me by the waist. "She's not as ignorant as we thought guys." The mad spoke in a deep voice. "She took the chance she had." I was taken to another room, put on a table, and strapped onto it with jack straps. Then I was injected with a substance that knocked me out within seconds. 
   Then, somehow, I stepped out of my own body and saw what they were doing. They cut me open from the throat to my waist line. They pulled my flesh out of the way and began to take out my organs. After they had everything out of me, the gave me artificial organs and connected them to my veins so blood would pump to them from my heart.. For some ungodly reason, it worked and they stitched me back up. When they were done with me, they chained me back to they bed and took my organs with them. I stepped back into my body and went to sleep. 
   I had awoken from a night of terror once more. I look over at the clock. It was only 4:23 a.m. I was crying and shaking horribly. My little sister was fast asleep in the bed next to mine. Matthew was still missiing, so I don't see how she was able to rest. Matthew was our older brother who had went missing a few weeks before. He vanished. No trace of where he might be. The cops had no new leads in days.
   Suddenly, I heard a loud bang come from the kitchen. I walked from my bedroom into the hallway and was attacked from behind. Something was put over my mouth and it knocked me out almost immeditely. 
   When I woke up, it was cold. I was in a puddle of of a warm liquid. It was probably my blood. "Good" A masked man walked in. "My lovely, you're up." He closed the large metal door behind him. "Are you ready for the next round?" The man questioned. I nodded scared of what he might do with the knife in his left hand it I denied., tears streaming down my face. "Turn over and spread your cheeks." He commanded. I obeyed his order. His large masculine hands felt like ice on my bare back. I was already naked from the time before. When he entered me, it felt like I was being torn in half. It was the most horrible and excruciating pain I'd ever felt. The minutes went by as he slammed himself into me, enjoying every second of my agony and his pleasure. After about five or ten minutes he got up and zipped his pants. "I'm done with you, I need someone new."
    The man spoke while reaching into his pocket for something. Still digging, he opened another large matal door on the opposite side of the room. There stood a young girl. Probably about nine or ten years old, crying her eyes out with a gag in her mouth. I scream when I realized it was my younger sister Aly.
   "No!" I yelled. "Do anything to me you want, but leave her alone." "Oh but you see my child, I can do what I please with either of you." The man snapped. He pulled the blade from his pocket and approached me. Aly's crying quickened. I cried as I felt the slick blade on my throat. He pushed down, and slit my throat. Bleeding out, the last thing I remember is the man taking off his mask and revealing the sick monster behind all this. That night, I died in the hands of Matthew, my older brother.