Falling Tears

Why?

Asuma runs to her room, balling tears from her red, puffy eyes. She slams the door shut with a loud "BANG!" Her legs carry her weightlessly to her bed, plopping face first to the quilted blanket her grandmother had made for her when she was the age of 6. Itchiba was it's name, Asuma loved her blanket, as it meant everything to her. Itchiba was the only thing that comforted her when her parents were drunk out of their minds. Asuma tried to stay away from them when they were, she knew better since her first encounter. Her eyes stood blank as she drifted off to a flashback.

"ASUMA!" Her mother's words would slur occasionally. Asuma, being only 5 years old not experienced to her parents being boozed up, walks to her mother who is laying on the brown, whithered couch, drink in hand and head leaning against the arm rest. "Yes mother?" Asuma replied with a small innocent tone. "Did you do what I told you?" Her mother added, the same slur from tonight. "N-No." Asuma, realizing she didn't do one of her chores. "NO?! YOU STUPID CHILD YOU ARE WORTHLESS TO ME! I SHOULD HAVE NEVER HAD YOU!" Her mother screamed. Asuma now with tear filled green eyes begins to cry in front of her mother. A  deafening "SMACK!" flows through the living room's walls.

Asuma's eyes come back as she is in the flinched position with eyes shut. She locks her bedroom door, never wanting to see daylight. She tells herself in her head repeatedly "It was 11 years ago.. It can't happen again. I won't let it happen again." Somehow she still remembered it all so vividly. Asuma grabs her white long-sleeve shirt hanging from the corner bed post, drying her eyes. She flips her blanket corner out and crawls in. Her body facing to the wall, and her dainty hands resting under her head acting as a pillow. Asuma sings herself to sleep with the lullaby her grandmother used to sing. She loved her grandmother, knowing she was the only being who listened and cared for Asuma. She sighs with a depression inside, missing her grandmother. Why did she have to leave this wretched world?...Why? Her thoughts drift her into a light snooze, as she feels protected by her own mind.