"You piece of shit, get up these stairs and clean up this God damn room or so help me-- I'll kill you!" moms words left me unfrightened, for I'd heard them time after time again.
Looking in on our family, you'd surely notice the difference between me and everyone else. First you'd begin to think that our family was normal, the decorated halls with picture frames staggered on hooks would make you smile. You'd see a family of four, but you'd be deceived already. After you've passed the kitchen and the living room, you would then make it to a hallway where four rooms were carved into the interior. One would hold a bathroom, with the normal features, but there'd be a mess of clothes and toothbrushes littering the sink. After that you'd think you'd of found the two culprits after entering the last three rooms and you'd be right. You would then begin to think about how the mess would be cleaned up, sure enough the two kids bedrooms you saw would be the ones to pick up after themselves, but you're wrong once again.
You wouldn't even begin to question everything you once thought was true until you got to the final destination of the tour. As you walk down the stairs, your footsteps leave me on edge; my hands are now clammy and shaky, but I'm not afraid, but prepared instead. You come into view and I realize you're a stranger, so I stand there in shock as your eyes scan over my every existence.
First I seem normal, but you take a few steps closer and then I feel even more smaller than before. One of your hands reach for the torn clothed pinned up at my shoulders. The smell of me makes you back up for fresher air, but it's no use and then you turn around and see a bucket set on the floor. You walk closer towards it and lean your head over it, your hand covers your mouth as you can not begin to believe anything you are seeing. Suddenly without a warning you turn back and look at me dead in the eyes, we have a conversation; one without words. I understand you completely and I try to remain calm, but the tears are burning at the edges of my mind.
You reach your hand out towards me and I slowly reach out for you; as you look up at the purple path stretching along my arm a tear rolls down your cheek. Just as I'm about to grab your hand, you disappear and that's when I fall to my knees and cry.
You will never know the pain I experience just to survive, to live another day exactly the same as the one before.
Her drunken breath as she screams her every demand at me is the aroma lurking in my nostrils, one that will never stray. Her callused hand, from the torture she conflicts onto my body. The echoing laughter that is always playing in the background of my mind makes me hate every fiber that makes me human.
The worst thing of it all is I think there's hope for me, I think someone will come and save me.
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Save Me // H.S
Fanfiction[In Progress] Here I sit alone in my basement, while my family sits upstairs as normal as can be. I constantly wait for her words to call me up, to play another one of her sick games. The bruises on my body are all from her and the tears I cry are a...
