Through the Eyes of a Child

Here We Go Again

Jack looked me straight in the eyes, his blue eyes sending nothing but a horrifying chill through my body as he reached into the closet, taking a handful of my hair in his hand. My whole body was jolted as the electrifying shock of pain filled it, an all too familiar feeling. I didn't scream out, no not this time. Instead, I tightly clenched my teeth as tightly as I could, raising my hands to his, scratching at them in every way I could just to get him to let go.

"Since you love playing games so much," he growled from above me ," Why don't you come out and play one of my games?"

The question echoed in my head as he jerked his arm, pulling my already sore body out from my hiding spot, causing me to slam to the floor. Jack had let go of my hair my now, but the stinging sensation of his touch was still where it had once been. My whole body was shaking, so much I couldn't move very properly. I didn't allow this to stop me.

My heart pounded so hard against my ribs, I wouldn't have been surprised if it broke through as I began crawling across the floor, digging my nails so deep into the shaggy gray carpet, they bent backwards, stinging with my every movement. But I didn't stop, I kept going, trying, fighting. The lights of the hallway were blinding, my eyes began to water. The pale walls of the hallway seemed to reflect every bit of light, everything around me was much of a blur. But I kept going.

It felt like I was struggling for hours. But it was only minutes. And he, Jack, watched me, the entire time, with a smug look on his face. His laughter, like the flicker of a flame burning, burning everything in its path including you and everything you loved, echoed off the walls as I felt his rough, almost scaly like dry hands wrap around my ankles. It felt like an entire magnetic force was pulling at me as he dragged me closer and closer to the spot where I had tried so hard to escape. He was strong, I hadn't eaten in days. I had no chance.

I was slammed against the wall, so hard my clenched teeth jerked, causing me to bite down on the inside of my cheek. The familiar metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. My father grabbed ahold of my jaw, forcing me to look straight at him. His face was dark, the dots of his growing back beard formed around his rounded chin as a grin formed on his face. His blue eyes stared straight at me, into my eyes and past it.

"I believe I taught you respect, to look at someone when they talk to you," he slammed my head back, into the wall, the very action seeming to shake the whole house. My vision was blurry now, everything was tilting and I had to fight to stay awake. God knows what he did when I wasn't. But the pain, it was running through my whole body. I knew I said I was used to it...but everyone in this situation had to remain strong. I had to remain strong.

I turned to look at jack, he was pulling his leg back, swinging it back down against my side. The electric shock of the impact sent me flying down into the ground, my face burying itself into the carpet. The smell of alcohol and other unexplainable scents seem to suffocate me, it feeling as though my entire throat was closing up. Would this be the moment where I was saved, would I finally be free? I could only hope, the thoughts of freedom, happiness, a life I once lived flooding into my brain as I felt the shock of each kick the landed in my stomach, side, where ever Jack chose to strike.

The last thing I heard was the laughter. The last thing I saw was his cocky smirk, the smile on his faced caused by my pain, the last thing I felt.

The silent darkness was complete bliss.