My secret lives

Chapter 1

With the last bit of my strength, I straightenmy back while pulling myself up. Blood drips out of my nose and spreads itself on my lips.

I can taste the iron in my mouth as black dots fill my vision.

I lower my head and make sure that the ball of my foot is on the ground and my heels are against my ass.

I lower my head even more while in one swift motion placing my hands on my thighs with the palm upwards.

I breathe heavily as blood rolls down my body before landing into the big pool of blood underneath me.

"t-thank you sir" I whisper out, voice horse.

I just hear him chuckle maniacally when everything goes dark.

I lose my balance and before I know it I'm falling down to the ground.

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All I can feel is pain.

Everything hurts, it's overwhelming

I open my eyes slowly but shut them immediately when a bright light interrupts my vision.

Carefully I open my eyes once more.

I don't dare move, I know it'll hurt, a lot.

I look around as far as I can without moving.

I'm in the basement- my room.

I take a deep breath, preparing myself for the extreme pain that would overcome my body in about a minute, but stop when a tormenting feeling enters my ribs.

I bite my lip harshly and drag myself up.

I grab my bottle of painkillers and pop the bottle open before quickly gulping down two of them.

My eyes feel heavy as the big pressure behind my eyes only grows.

I lean against the dirty wall which makes me groan in pain when the open wounds on my back make contact with it.

I look up and immediately stare into the dead eyes of my mother as I hear the front door upstairs open before being thrown closed again.

I swallow deeply trying to stop the tears from coming when I feel my eyes close again.

I let sleep take over for a few more hours until I know I'll have to get up.

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The painkillers started to kick in when I wake up around an hour later.

I avoid looking in front of me since I know what I'll be seeing.

My mother- my dead mother.

My mother that was murdered in front of my eyes by my stepfather.

My stepfather who introduced my mother to even worse drugs than that she was already taking- who introduced me to drugs.

My stepfather who got my mom so high that she wouldn't notice when my stepfather came after me until it was too late.

Too late since my stepfather hit me

Too late since my stepfather drugged me

Too late since my stepfather raped me.

Too late because my stepfather killed my mother.

Why?

Because she got mad for not having enough drugs. It all happened so fast. One second my mom was there, yelling and screaming. The next she fell down to the ground dead.