Kenji

"home"

I don't remember the day at school, it is a total blur as I was too busy zoning out and making scenarios in my head. Yup. Exactly like a quirky main character.lol. That wasn't funny, I'll stop.
It's the end of school and I'm making sure to take my sweet time on my track to "home". As I got closer to my house taking each dreadful step up the stairs, I open the door with my keys and get inside.
Something comes flying towards me faster than I came out of my mum. CRASH.
I barely dogde the blue expensive vase.
I look up. To nobody's surprise; its father. Or should I say my drunk, barely ever there father.
His face drowned in the color red, fuming with anger.
He takes quick, stumbly steps towards me and grabs me by my hair, pulling me down, making me fall.
He drags me by my hair and takes me to the room. The dark, gloomy room that I detested.
And so he begins beating me with is belt all over my body leaving even more read marks and bruises, not forgetting to reopen the other recent ones that have yet to fully heal.
"You're the one who should've died, you worthless peace of shit! You fucking murderer, you should've died instead of my Dhalia" he whispered into my ear while holding me by my hair again. Could he get anymore cringy?
He lets go, making sure to push me back onto the cold, concrete floor.
He exists the room, locking the door leaving me in the dark room. All alone, like always.