Midnight Doesn't Last Forever

Yet again I find myself on the smelly living room floor suffering from another harsh blow from my so called 'father'. I try focusing on standing and I picture myself balancing on my feet but I just can't manage it, even from the ground I know I can't get up without falling again.

"Get back up you dirty slut! You know what'll happen if you don't." he says in his most sinister voice.

I do know what will happen but I'm just trying to figure out if getting back up is worth it anymore. I open my eyes and I see the bracelet Charolette had givin me, around my scarred wrist. Charolette..she was one reason I would always get back up. I quickly think about some of our best memories together and I know getting back up is worth it. I slowly stand up and stay up even though I hurt everywhere.Even where he didn't hit me hurts, its like the pain tried to even itself out somehow and now I'm simply consumed by it.

"Took you long enough. Now go get dressed and get the fuck out my house." he remarked with a glare.

If looks could kill..

I quickly gey dressed and make sure none of my bruises are visible to anyone who isnt looking for them. I wish I didn't have to worry about things like that..whether not someone will see the unmistakeable bruises and scarrs that litter my skin.

I look in the mirror and I decide that i look better than I did yesterday and yesterday I didn't look too bad. Not as exahusted and jumbeled, and I'm also getting less jumpy, well not less just more controlled.

"Oh Shay," I say aloud to myself, "what are you going to do?"

I grab my bag and get back downstairs and slip out the door before he sees me and changes his mind about allowing me to go to school today.

As I'm walking down the familiar cracked sidewalk I can't help but let my mind wander. I let myself think a little bit about my mother and my heart clenches as I think for the millionth time about what I wouldn't give to have her back.