Open wounds

Over and over again

Chapter four

Over and over again.

I sat in the corner of my bed stiffer then anything ive ever seen before I kept the blackets so close to me they could be apart of me. Day after day id be beatin for nothing Id have play time even know I didnt want it. I knew this would never end unless I ended up 6ft under i chocked on the thought of that. I went to school maybe about once a week if I was lucky. I never really talked to anybody I was afraid to say anything. I felt alone well thats because I was alone. When I did go to school I looked at all the other kids and saw how happy and friendly they were I didnt understand? Wernt they getting the same treatment I was getting arnt we all the same?, I dont get it?. Then I heard my door swing open, I flew under the covers.

"You got 2 minutes to eat bitch!!"

Mom yelled as she threw food on the floor. As soon as she shut the door i ran out of bed to the floor grabing what was ever there for me to eat which was really nothing but crumbs of old crackers and a drop of water left from one of her water bottles. I ate it anyway it was better then nothing. I shoved it all in my mouth and ran back to my bed under the covers. Before I knew it mom was back in here.

"Done or not you are now!"

She said picking up the trash on the floor. I swallowed hard praying thats all she would do I didnt feel like another beating today.

I sat there in silence for about 10 minutes before dozing off. But of course it was to good to be true I was woken up by mom screaming at 'Dad' for leaving his empty cigarette box on the coffee table. I cuddled so close to the wall I thought I was gonna fall into it, Praying she wouldnt come in here. But as always it was to good to be true.

"Alright bitch! I want you to get out there and clean up you're damn mess!!!"

She screamed as she busted through the door.

(What mess I dont make messes im not allowed out side my room)

I thought to myself.

"NOW BITCH!!"

She yelled again. I Jumped out of bed and into the living room to see dad on the couch. My heart about poped.

"W..what mess?"

I said very lowly.

"Dont speak bitch!"

Mom yelled slaping me across the face. I felt pain rush threw my whole face as a tear came down my cheek. She handed me the broom and dustpan and pointed to the mess.

"I dont wanna see one piece of glass left on that floor or your fucking dead! Got it?!"

I shook my head yes as i began sweeping up what seemed to be a broken bottle what ever was in it smelled really strong and nasty. I had no shoes no socks my feet were bare I had to be careful for my own sake.

I soon brought the glass filled dustpan to the trash. I then walked up to mom fearing for my life as I handed her back the broom and dustpan. She snatched it from me as she looked at the mess to find nothing there.

"Go back in your room bitch I dont wanna see you out here again!"

She yelled as she slapped me in the face. I shook my head yes and ran to my room in tears. I tripped on the broken floor board and fell. I hit the floor as i decided to stay put I didnt care at this point my bed was just as hard.