Mysterious Numerals

The days gone by

These god damn rooms, these fucking rats . For fuck sake I'm fucking rotting here in this god damn schoolhouse.
The fighting, the yelling , No food, cigar smoke fills the air.

All i can hear is my father inhaling , deeply, one after another .
I lay in my room thinking of the times were I would play out in the clean yard.
picking flowers for mother . When we actually stayed like a family in a normal house.
but as everything else it just fell in my hands nothing letting me save it .
I awaken from my daze to hear banging , I walk out of my bedroom and see my mother getting beat by my father again ,again... And again. Every hit , every scream makes the world even worse. Soon she lays there, lifeless. He has stopped , only to look at me .
" Don't you say a word you little shit or ill beat you too!" He snarls at me with his grimy orange teeth,rotting with rat poison.

I nod my head as if nothing happened.
Mother would come in my room later . We talked about how she defends herself from dad, she lets him beat her till he's tired then she acts lifeless so ha stops. Even I have had to do this also for my safety. Everything is going to be alright I assume.