Where were you when?

As Bruises Paint My Skin

*****Alyssa's POV******

I walked into my small broken down brick house at the poor side of town, I pulled out my key and unlocked the rusted white door, hoping nobody would be here but I guess today just wasn't my day because as soon as I walked into the dirty living room I noticed my mother and father sitting on the couch littered in alcohol bottles and cigarette butts. I tried to tiptoe by but I stepped onto a piece of glass which shattered.

My father stood up with a angry glare and hideous eyes that studied my every move while he screamed "WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU FUCKIN BEEN YOU DISGUSTING BITCH!!!!" As he screamed he grabbed my neck so I was pinned against the wall, I made the mistake of not answering quickly because I glanced at my mother who's eyes shown with disgust towards me, my father then hollered in my ear "ANSWER ME GOD DAMMIT!!!" He grabbed an empty beer bottle from the table behind him and slammed it on the floor and I knew what he was planning to do, he was going to engrave a word into my side with a shard of glass, he placed them on my side sliced to look like a tattoo once it scarred. I cried out in pain when I felt the the glass go too deep when he punched me but then I made one final mistake and that was to cry because to my family tears meant weakness and my father wanted a strong son not a weak daughter, he punched my in the stomach and all over screaming insults to me.

I looked at my mother and yelled "WHY ARNT YOU HELPING ME, I AM YOU DAUGHTER!" She shook her head and said to me with angry eyes "why don't you just kill yourself already, because it would make life easier for the world. And for what it's worth your not my fucking daughter." I then froze, my body wouldn't move and I couldn't process the words that parted through my mother mouth. The worst part of it all was that I was used to all this pain and I barely noticed it anymore. I wanted to cry but before I could I felt a sharp pain on the side of my head as my father slammed a beer bottle right above my ear and the last thing I saw was my mother and father staring at me with dead emotionless eyes. And then I blacked out.

*****five hours later*****

I felt pain burn throughout a lot of my weak body as memories came back to my weak head, but throughout all the pain harry leaving was the worst because I lost my reason to live for awhile or at least till he came back. I knew that if I didn't get to my room I wouldn't be able to sleep with the smell of my own blood streaming through my nose. I slowly pulled myself up wincing at the strong pain along my side from one more fresh impurity on my body, I walked up to my bedroom mirror to inspect the damages and I cringed because in between the bloody and bruised mess I see one word written perfect penmanship :Worthless:. I frowned as I inspected all the bruises but I knew I had to sleep because tomorrow was the last day of my weekend and I was going to a film with Gemma. I grabbed one of Harry's old jumpers and undid my hair while washing off my makeup that did make it through the tears and blood. I texted harry goodnight and that I loved him. As I went into the only safe place in the world for me; my dreams.