𝙒𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 | p.j

01~Waiting~01

I want to dedicate this to my friend, Jeanelle. She kept changing her username so i'll mention her name instead.

|Now Starting at my Dramatic Story|

I stepped out of my room, shut the damn door behind me. Then walked away again.

I don't know why.

But, i actually hate it there.

I mostly hate it, when my dad's there.

He's the reason why I'm in the hospital in the first place.

Why is he even here?! Why is that demon here!

That damn physcho! He usn't the 'father' type i used to know about others. Why is he so different? Why is he so abusive and annoying.

And i can't tell anyone because they won't even believe me... They don't believe anything what i say.

It's like... I'm in a situation where your opinion won't matter because he is my father. And i don't have the rights to stand up on my own.

That's why, I'm stuck.

I'm stuck being my dad's slave.

I can't even get out or anything.

I'm already 19.

"And still can't defend myself" i slowly walked down the hallways. I didn't  bother where i was going. I noticed that there's not a single people around here that's why not a single person is approaching me. Obviously.

I look behind me... "Nah, I'm not scared, It's not my dad anyway" i sighed.

I still can't... get out of this.

My step mom won't believe me either.

She cares but she doesn't believe.

She's always away from work. And i deeply understand her for that... And mostly-

I'm very thankful for that.

...

Now, why am i at the hospital in the first place... You ask?

Well my Dad came home drunk... again.

And he suddenly tries to harass me and this time i didn't get to fight back.

I tried to defend myself, but i was too weak.

Dad used something to hit me this time. I didn't get to see which item or what kind of item he used.

But i was scared as hell, i thought that was the end of me and i can no longer see daylight, And inhale fresh air in the morning sunrise and some part of me wished...that i should've just

Died.

I looked up and decided to hold the bars at my side.

I still believe that I'm strong, even though sometimes I'd collapse.

I mean just my body.

I couldn't get up... it's like my body is giving up on me.

Walking by rooms and rooms.

Makes me... feel... weird.

While i was running.

Lol, I kinda call my running into walking.

While roaming through the halls.

I heard a beatbox coming out from the corner.

I didn't notice how I'm walking my way where the sound is coming from.