Un-awaken truth of reality.

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 1

I was rather tired as more and more people strolled in, another day in hell. I wonder if there is a big guy up there, because at the moment I feel like giving up. Lost in my thoughts I didn't realize I dropped the drinks on this particular man, feeling incredibly embarrassed, I grabbed myself a cloth and started to clean the mess that I caused on the floor. I was hasting my way around, when a large shoe came insight, that was it, I knew what was coming next, I knew what I will feel tonight as I go to bed. Praying to god that it will end my suffering and just kill me already.

I dared myself to look up, to see that scorned face towards me. I tried not to stare in his blue eyes that held so much anger towards me, I can see his hands forming a fist, giving me a indication that, this is going to hurt more than before. Sighing, to myself I mentally started to prepare myself for the dangerous and murderous man that stood before me. I could hear a deep wither of his heavy breathe. He briefly touched my head as if he was going to caress it but I know what was coming, ha. My mind was screaming to'' run, just run away from the pain that you will have to endure later, have the guts and just get away from him, JUST GO AND SAVE YOURSELF'' .But inside I didn't, I bolted straight up and walked into the kitchen to give the cloth a good rise.

As, I turned to retrieve, I felt a brick wall colliding to my face, cursing myself I knew what was coming, I closed my eyes not wanting to see his face. I felt a powerful thump grace its presence to my tender tummy. My breath was coming in pants, my inner turmoil gave me a cruel laughter, as its words echoed In my brain ''you're such a fat, ugly loser, you are tiresome after a one blow, suck it up you ugly bitch''.

My back was on fire as I knew I have a imprint of a foot placed neatly on my back. Pain, just danced around all my body and making me feel overwhelmed. Another, punch crashed upon my face, leaving me defenseless. Streams of tears, just rolling down my cheek displaying how I feel. I just wish this pain is over, but its too good to be true. I felt another blow on my chest, I could hear my heart beating abnormally fast, sounds of my ribs crackling. I felt another part of me die inside. I had a mental image of how I looked like right now, all curled up in the middle of a awfully cold tilted floor. Arms and legs all tucked in my body, my hair discarded all over my wet face. Patiently waiting for the darkness to consume me, and give me some relief of throbbing terror.

Unfortunately,the darkness never came, the darkness itself became so deceiving, I got the hint that no one was so merciful towards me. My malicious mind made up its assumptions, that I was destined pain, a slave that was used for physical punishment. A, dry, humourless laugh erupted my chest even though it was throbbing as if my insides have been set on fire.

I felt a wet substance running down my trousers, I knew what it was. I look down to see, bright red liquid flowing at an accelerating speed. BLOOD. I looked up to see his face, his eyes were directly boring into mine, as a normal person would fall heads over heels for them eyes but I only knew what them dark, evil and vile secret them eyes hold. The minute i looked down i saw a big cut, horribly embedded into my skin. I try not to look at it as it only made me feel sick. Laying down, just waiting for the pain to go, I could feel movement taking place, before I could do something , he already started to bandage my leg, as blood was oozing out like there is no tomorrow.

Slowly my eyes started to lose its vision, the last thing I saw was his face, full of anger and detest. A calming darkness consumed over me making me feel pain free.

I woke up feeling terribly sore and convulsive discomfort in my leg. I forced myself to get up. Sitting up, i gently placed my fingers on the hems of my trousers and pulled them down. Unwinding the bandage on my leg carefully I gasped at what i saw, at least 5 inch cut was swiftly ingrained, right in the centre of my leg. White flesh was mixed into the blood making it look horrendously gross. Rather than bandaging the cut, I forced myself to stand up and walk to the shower, so I can get rid of all the dry blood from last night. Every step I took bought more everlasting pain on me, my pace was slower then a turtle. Every step I took bought flashbacks of last night, the tormenting beating, the excess amount of blood oozing, the soreness and most importantly the weak shit I am. After being abused for 7 years you would expect a person to toughen up but hell no, I have to be that weak pathetic one,

Finally, I reached to the bathroom, slowly and carefully stripping so I don't touch my bruises. I turned the hot water to it's maximum wanting to feel every water droplet touching my tenderness body. Standing there I thought about how I was going to hid this, from the people at school, how am I going to pretend everything is okay when in reality I get violated every single day, beaten until I get tired of enduring the pain and just passing out. Drifting out of my thoughts, I turned the shower off, and picked up a towel and started to dry my body. At the corner of my eye i saw my reflection in the mirror; my face was pale with numerous bruises nicely enhancing their beauty, my hazel eyes were dull as battered metal, my swollen split lip turning a odd purple, blue colour. My long black hair was just wet and ugly. Sighing to myself, I slipped on, my ripped skinny jeans with my black hoodie, i hissed in pain as i pulled my item of clothing. Looking in the mirror, sighing, and thinking how my life has become hell. i wasn't always like this, i was one of them that enjoyed life, spent my days laughing, joking with my friends, making a big fool out of myself. That all changed when my grandma died, my parents were dead in a plane crash to America, instantly dead leaving me with my grandma, but with her death i was passed on to my dearie uncle who beats me, calls me unbearable names and cuts me when he wants.

My name is Lee smith and I'm a victim of abuse.

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