This was the day when it started. The day things weren't exactly right, the day everything fell apart, the day her world broke...On that day, 2011 March 6th, she couldn't take the abuse, the pain of knuckles beating down on her. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she cried out in pain. Her youngest brother cried at the door wanting it to stop. He stopped, looked down and scowled at her, took one last blow and walked to the door, pushing her brother down and walking away. She laid there in silence before helping her brother. She slowly crawled over to him winching at the pain and laid there with him, calming him down as she rubbed his head to reassure him that everything was ok. They heard screaming and slamming doors. Silence, it filled the hall and neither of us moved or breathed. They slowly stood up, listening for movement. Wood creaked as they crept downstairs, looking over the handles, nothing. They reached the last step and saw the others backed against the wall seemingly afraid. They took a small step away from the wall and ran over to hug both of them, their breath shaky and warm. They whispered under their breath, something they couldn't quite understand. They stood back and looked at them."We all need to leave. Now" Her mother's voice was cracked and slurred. "Do we have to pack again...?" "Yes we're starting over with a new life." "Yea like that's ever gonna happen.." The mother sighed and left for her room. Three hours later they were packed and in a hurry to leave, they walked out and put all their stuff in a van, got in and drove away. Soon after they left, he came back drunk, he struggled to walk, but he managed. He called out to them, no answer, he called again, a little agitated, no answer. He was furious, and screamed at the top of his lungs and punched a wall, and a hanging glass plate toppled over and hit hard on his head. He dropped to the ground and passed out.
