Save Me

Chapter One

1, 2, 3 breaths. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. It doesn't stop the pain from creeping up on me. Silent tears trickle down my cheeks. My breath comes out in short gasps as I struggle to inhale enough air into my lungs.

My chest hurts like never before. It feels as if the world is on top of me. Slowly squishing me harder and harder until I wonder if it would be better to die.

I lie on the cold tile of my kitchen floor. My mind replays the day's events over and over again until my stomach churns with bile at the thought of what he did to me. The yelling, the bat, and the pain, so much pain. My father didn't even flinch as the bat came down on me over and over until I lost count and the pain had turned into numbness. But the wonderful numb feeling is long gone now. I feel like I've been dropped from the sky onto long sharp spikes that burst through every inch of skin.

How can a father do that to a child? Inflict so much pain until I'm begging for death, as it would be the easy way out. He won't allow it though. His sole focus isn't on killing me, but on making my life as painful and miserable as his.

I'm silently begging the world to either let me die or let the pain stop. Please just let it stop, either way, would be alright. Though I may rather be dead. This way I would be away from the bastard of a father. I'd be with Mom and Ben.

My heart aches every time I think of them. I miss them so much. But clearly, my father misses my mother more. He blames me for everything. He yells at me as I roll around in pain, saying that it's my fault, that I'm the reason for all the wrong in the world. I know he's right but I still don't want to believe it.

Half of me thinks that I deserve every minute of pain. I am the reason they're gone and I am the reason my father has turned into the devil himself.

After a few more breaths I decide it's time to get up so that I can get a few hours of sleep before school. Ok, come on, time to get up. Just get up and you can pass out in bed. Come on, you can do it.

I roll onto my side and wince as more pain erupts from my chest. I gasp and my body begins to shake. Black spots swarm my vision. My lungs seem to have a mind of their own because they clearly don't want to work.

Good just die, please. I send a silent prayer to whoever may be listening. My mouth falls open and I take more gasping breaths.

I sit up and am accompanied by a tsunami of pain. My body collapses back onto the ground with a thud and I give up. One tear escapes my eyes before an uncontrollable wave of pain hits me and I give in, passing out on the cold tile, in a house that has become my own personal hell.  

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