I pressed the piano key lightly, I looked out to the rain pouring outside. I pressed it again. It felt like all my anger was being drained away when I played. I stretched my finger across several keys to play a chord. It was mums funeral song. Devoted to her, showing how much I loved her, how much I miss her. The day was sunny... happy weather... not like the event. The event was the funeral. The sat at the piano. All the beady eyes starring at me. I just wished I wouldn’t mess up. I started well, dad was starring at me, as if he was saying that I can't fail... I was looking up the middle trying not to focus on anyone’s faces. The door was slowly opened. A face appeared, looking downwards. It realized who it was. It was Max. I looked up at me. I was captivated my his stare. Although I was angry why he was here, I couldn’t manage too pull myself away. I pressed the wrong key then the wrong chord. Why did Max appear. I stood up closed the piano lid and shouted. “LEAVE MAX, JUST LEAVE!”. Max's face dropped, he turned away. The door shut behind him. Just like then the doors where shut behind me. I turned to see hundreds of shocked family. Nan was crying. Granddad looked shocked. Dad looked angry. Angrier then heed ever been. He stood up, walked over to me grabbed my arm and pulled me out. He pulled me over to the bushes. Sat me down. I was scared a confused, what if he hit me again. I started to shake. I was so scared. He perched in front of me and mumbled “Why do you think everything is about you...THERES OTHER PEOPLE IN THIS WORLD!”. He stood up and slapped me across my face, I flinched back in shock. He went again. This time with a fist. It happened again and again. Like it would never stop. I caught a figure in the corner of my eye. It was Max! Maybe he could help me. I screamed “MAX!”. Dads hand covered my mouth. It was almost like I couldn’t breathe. I continued to try and scream. Although his grasp got tighter. Max stopped turned around and saw me. His eyes wet from crying he saw me. He saw my tiny body being beat to a pulp, but he looked away... and walked away. Dad continued. I remembered it all until it went black. When I was out cold.
