The challenges before death

Chapter 1

I wake up cold, shivering at the sight of my blue wall. I quickly get up in fear, I through my blankets to the ground as hard as I ever have. I start to walk backwards, slowly getting slower by each step, and before I know it my feet get twisted between my blankets and I start to fall. The next thing I know, my skull is about to be cracked into bits. My last thought was my family and the fun we used to have -- well, that was unless my father wasn't being drinking. Some nights he would stay all night out, then the next morning would do such strange things like threaten us or sometimes he would forget who we even where. Once when I was 5 he forgot who I was and tried to hurt me in order to get me out of the house but that was 13 years ago, I'm 19 years old now and my name is Micheal. My number one priority in life was to be a photographer. I was actually really good, I had a digital camera, tripod and lots more. My mum was a angel, she was the one that understood me the most, she was that one that hugged me at night when I was most the afraid that dad would not come back, she was the one that helped me with my problems, she was the one that made my life what it is now. Well was, because I am now getting my face slammed right into the bed stool. I hear a crack, a screech then a snap. Then it hits me, the pain rushes through my body I feel like a worm getting hooked. The pain is unbearable, then my mum runs in, in shock and starts to scream in horror my little brother wakes up and see's me laying there in pain. But no dad, I guess he is out drinking again, I really don't know how my mum handles it, having to put up with his stupidity basically every second night, and he has no job to provide for the family just mum, it basically feels like she has no partner to help her at all, imagine it, having to sleep almost every night alone, having to have two kids to provide for and all on her own. I see my mum close up as she puts her hands on the back of my head and lifts it slowly, I can tell that she is panicking and I don't blame her. My brother looks down from the bed and looks at me. At this stage I can't move and I'm just looking up still, in pain, I can only just move my mouth up and down. I open my mouth and say good luck you two. I struggle to say anything else but my final words come out of my simply saying to both of them. I love you to with all my heart and always will... Then the pain stops. My body starts feels fine, I say to my mother who is still crying but more now. Mum I'm ok but she seems like she can not hear me, I talk to my brother, trying to say jim, jim I'm ok, I'm ok ,I'M OK...