I hate waking up. especially after my dad has had his fun with me.
I try to open my swollen, black, bloodshot eyes with no success. My feet and hands are numb and my body radiates pain.
I cumlisly reach for the bottle of water I keep next to my bed, so I can sooth my burning throat.
My Mum walks in. She never protects me from my dad. She just just looks away.
"Eclipse? are you awake?"
I open my eyes and look up at her. She's holding an icepack and a bowl of soup, she makes delicious soup.
"Mhmm" I mumble in reply.
She helps me up and passes me the water. It's lukewarm, but it heals my throat.
I suddenly feel the cold fingers of the ice pack weave into the fractured nerves of my head. The effect kicks in immediately. Relief
My mum feeds me the soup so I can rest my worn limbs. She only treats me like this when my dad has gotten drunk. It's almost as if she does it to heal her broken conscience. I don't like my family very much.
After I've finished the soup I heave my body up, which is my mums indication of how much better I'm feeling and is also her que to leave.
My clothes are in the drawer on the opposite side of the room. I don't know If I can make it without collapsing.
I slide my numb legs out of my bed and stumble towards my clothes and open the drawer.
Black jeans, white T-shirt. Contrast.
Next on the list, breakfast.
The sensation in my legs has mostly come back. Enough so that I can use the stairs.
I want pancakes.
On my journey to the kitchen I notice my mum in the oversized library in our excessive house. The only reason my dad has it is because he is an important polititian. He always gets what he wants. He's away for the weekend on buisness.
Five minutes later and my pancakes are ready.
Two minutes later my pancakes are gone.
I love pancakes.
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Dob's note: last story sucked so I made a new one. Like it?
Eclipse is a girl btw.
