Midnight Sun

Alice's Pov

I sat in the corner of my paitent room, dull and dark, all I had was a candle, the rest of the house had electric but my parents thought nothing of me so they thought I would be ok with no warmth and light but I guess thats life huh?

I also had a massive phobia of the dark so it was only the moon and my dim candle keeping me insanity, who knows what lies in the dark corners of this old house, not to mention it was victorian style which made it even worse to live in

I had a 4 poster bed with dull pale blue sheets as thin as string, I also had a big wardrobe and a box in my room..that was all, my walls were a scratched up white and my furniture was nice solid oak, I liked to hide in my wadrobe some times, it was big enough. I used it to escape from my fathers beatings, there was a lock from the inside and my father being the fat ass he was and as dumb could never find me, but I had to be there for some beatings and eveytime he knew I hid the beatings were worse

My mother dident join in but she ignored me, as her saying "woman are like dolls, to be looked upon but never herd" I guess thats why my mother always stood 4 ft away from me and never looked me in the eyes, 'mother?' I would say 'mm' she would hum as if I wasent there 'do you love me?' Id ask, I would get no respons

Do you know what it feels like to be beatend and shunned by your own family?, you wouldent though because all your lifes are fantastic, you probably get to eat whenever you like and whatever..I am fed twice a day with bread an celary with a glass of water, I also get the luxury of having a quick sip of water before I go to bed..thats it

I am also prohibited to the bathroom, I may have 1 bath a day without fail, I am only aloud to pee twice a day also without fail, if these targets arent met then I would exspect a sever beating

My dogs of parents are very strict on there rules, I have to dress nicely for visitors and am only aloud to speak when spoken to, my aunt Georgina offers everytime she comes round to take me off my parents hands for nothing and I would like nothing more than to go with her as she is lovley and kind unlike my mother...but my parents deny it evey time and I get a beatign every time...but she dosent know that..

No one knows....

I am home schooled and taught arithmatic and english, If I do one thing wrong or get any question incorrect then I have my hands slamed in the door...its as if my parents are stil actually living in the 19th century

I have a little chart I keep under my bed, how many months/years until I can leave this place forever, I was now 17 and 9 months old..3 more months and then I can legally leave..forever..

Just that thought brought joy to my entire being

Suddenly my father bardged in my room and grabbed my arm harshly "time for your beating child" that was my name in this family 'child' I did have a name, it was Alice, after my great grannie Alison

"But what have I done wrong!?" I grew alarmed now...I hated beatings, no..I dident hate them.. I loathed them with pure fire

"You dident eat the last crum of celary on your plate, that made your mother very sad so I am giving you a short beatign today" he said and before I could awnser he punched me sqaure in the face makeing me black out , well..raher short and kind of painless than long and painful...