Harmony (Watty Awards 2012)

Escape

I stared at him in fright. My whole body felt numb and fear stricken, flinching every time his voice would reach a new range. Tears dared to come out my eyes, but that was forbidden. I'd just get into even more trouble. It'd make me only guiltier.

I gulped, taking a step back as he took a step forward. Staring at him with wide eyes, as he called me...called me some very awful things.

Was I really useless? Was I really ugly and a whore? A loser?  Was I really a disgusting dog?

I felt as if I was just a torn piece of paper, that was crumpled and thrown away.

Please let this be over! God, if you really exist, please help me! Please don't let this go too far. Please, please god I'm beggi-  A burning sensation smacked against my cheek, knocking out all the breath in me, as I fell to the wooden floor. Involuntary I cried out as his foot came in contact with my stomach. My eyes widened for a second before, before I went to hold my arms around my waist. It felt as if a boulder decided to suddenly hug my stomach forcefully or a million needles stabbing me in one spot with the speed of light before they spread out through out my stomach.

"Please stop! I'm sorry!” I screamed. Another kick landed against my forehead, throwing me slightly back. Tears escaped my eyes, as my head started to buzz. I tried muffling my cries, as the indomitable kicks kept coming. Kept coming, and kept coming, hitting me in various spots. Massive bombs exploded in every bit of my body.

I was jerked from the ground, by my hair. My eyes widened as I stared into his eyes. His thoughtless and thundering angry eyes looked into my voiceless and helpless eyes.

My body was shaking, and I just wanted to be alone. Alone, and somewhere dark. Where nobody could see me. Where my numb body could heal. Where I could scream and pull my hair. Where I could hold myself, in the darkness, not a single eye staring my way.

A punch was brought to my jaw; I stumbled back, but didn't fall to the floor. I quickly brought my hands in the air as he went to slap me.

The torture continued for who knows how long.

Punch after punch.

Kick after kick.

Slap after slap.

Did I mention the verbal abuse?

I laid there, on my freezing bedroom floor, cuts covering me from top to bottom. It was unbearable to move. Everything felt stiff, numb, dead. I couldn't even lift a finger. Dried up tears covered my swollen, blue face.

Beep, beep, beep!

I stared at the white wall, comparing it to my skin. Not a single mark, scratch, or scar grazed upon it. Not like my ivory skin, covered with horrible memories, and horrible thoughts.

Beep, beep, beep, Beep, Beep, BEEP!

My eyes widened, I quickly stumbled onto my knees, a silent scream left, but I kept moving. I quickly shuffled to the alarm clock, slamming it shut. I started at it for a few seconds, while listening. Listening very carefully to the house.

Silence.

Slowly I stood up, and I tried controlling my breathing. I stared at the door, my eyes then quickly moving to the ground.

I started to feel qualm.

Was this going to work? No, I didn't have time for this! I had to get out here or I would die! I looked at my bedroom door once again, new determination unveiled in my eyes.

I grabbed the two duffel bags, along with my backpack and instrument and walked to the window.

I closed my azure eyes, touching the window glass. It was cold. I took another breath and ever so slowly opened the window.

Not a noise was to be made. Only silence, and silence shall it be.

In my condition I knew it was a horrible idea to jump from the second floor, but it was far better than taking the risk of going through the front door.

I secured the straps of my luggage against my bruised shoulders; I stepped onto the window pane, ready to jump.

I looked at my clock, 3:07 a.m. It was time to move.

One.

Two.

Three, go!

The cool wind brushed against my skin, as I fell toward the earth. I kept my eyes opened. It wasn't frightening at all. Nothing was frightening anymore, once the green eyed monster came and started to haunt me.

My feet made contact with the grass, which was covered in dew. I stayed there, on all fours, trying to gain my courage and strength again.

Slowly I stood up, ignoring the pain exploding all over my body.

I pulled up my hoodie, and started my long journey.

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