I'm keeping this one shot up, but it's turning into a full length because I can't help myself.. It's going to start out similar to this but probably spruced up a bit.
I wasn't exactly sure where I was, which wasn't anything new but this time I had no idea, and no idea how to get back to my home, if that's what you could call it. Sure it has a bed for me and some clothes, running water and electricity. It's my permanent place of residence, for now, but I don't consider it a home.
But that's not my problem, especially right now. My problem is my toes have mud in between them, my shirt's ripped, and my shorts have blood soaked into the denim fabric. My problem is I can't figure out what part of the woods I'm in, or if it's even the woods behind my house at all. My biggest problem though, is that ever since my step mother blinded me with bleach a few months ago, it seems like the punishments have gotten crueler, and this one is turning out to be the cruelest.
Before I was knocked out, she had spun me around in a bunch of circles and shoved me. This is how the glass coffee table came to be broken, and the sting in my hip appeared. I didn't want to touch the cut, because I was fairly certain there was still glass inside of it, though I guessed it to be about three inches long considering how much blood there is, and where the pain begins and ends.
I know I have a small cut on my cheek, and I believe there's one on my forehead, but they don't bother me as much as the hip one. Neither of those bother me as much as the fact that I don't even know if it's night or day time, because I've been up for so long. Usually my alarm clock is supposed to go off at noon every day, to give me a better understanding of the time, but a few days ago, Marie, my half sister, messed with it. If that didn't throw me off enough, my step mother forced me to stay awake for who knows how long, and then she blamed me for not getting any sleep herself.
But I'm getting off track. After the coffee table broke my step mother yelled at me for a while, before telling me the cut was a nice punishment for the coffee table, but that I'd need to wash my own bloody clothes after I washed the blood out of her carpet. As if that wasn't bad enough she went on to tell me that if I didn't get all of the blood out of the carpet, she'd make me kneel on the rocks again. Because I had been wasting too much food when she made me kneel on that.
I managed to scrub the carpet clean, which was an amazement in itself, considering I can't see anything but endless blackness. My step mother however, had not been pleased. Which was what had lead me to be dumped, where ever I was, after she hit me with what felt suspiciously like a rolling pin.
Which is how I came to be here, with a throb at the base of my skull and no clue how to get back. Not that I was completely sure I wanted to go back, but at the same time running away wasn't an option for a blind money-less girl. I swallowed back a bite of pain as I stepped forward and my barefoot landed on a sharp stick. This was going to be fun, I could tell.
The worst part is, I wasn't even sure if I was facing the right direction, but I stopped internally whining about my eyesight and situation, and turned my other senses on. My hearing had always been better than what I figured average hearing to be, simply because I had trained it so. Living in my house, even before my eyesight was taken from me, I had to be on high alert. That meant listening to simple things such as floorboards and whether music and tv's were on.
The sounds around me were strangely lacking, until I picked up on a soft sound coming from the highway, and then the stream trickling its way over and through rocks. I listened harder, a crow started calling from somewhere to my left, making me jump slightly and head towards the right. Birds freaked me out, especially crows.
I walked slowly, a task that I hated doing but knew couldn't be avoided. The path ahead of me was somewhat clear, to my pleasant surprise. I kept my hands out in front of me, knowing that if I could just find one of the houses in my neighborhood, I could find my house and be done with this punishment. Abruptly my fingers were jammed into a tree, and I had to walk around it, without making a noise of pain. As soon as I had managed my way around the obstacle, and walked a few more paces I heard the distant sound of water splashing. It sounded like it came from the pool not far off from my house.
