A Matter of Perspective

Chapter 3

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    The feeling of ants crawling all over me and burning me is consistent. All I want to do is break free of this torture and scratch till I have new skin. I can feel the tears streaming down my cheeks as I can't stop this feeling of absolute, uselessness. I wake up from this feeling and its absolutely awful. I am breathing heavily and all I want to do is get in the shower and scrub till, my skins raw. I am going to do exactly that. I sprint to the bathroom trying to cover up my body because, it's covered in scars. I slam the door shut and lock it. Turning on the shower, I don't even care whether it's hot or not, I just want this feeling of disgust to be gone. I grabbed the luffa and added the soap and just scrubbed my body until all traces of blood and old skin was gone. After I stepped out of the shower, my skin was a pink from scrubbing so hard. I wrapped the scratchy white towel I was provided with and tip toed out of the bathroom. I made it into my room with out being caught and I dressed into my sleep clothes. I looked at the time and saw it was 7:39. Crap! Crap! I'm in so much trouble. I run downstairs and look in the kitchen to find him standing in there. 

"A little Birdy told me that you forced your self upon him." He looked at me with a wicked look in his eyes. I shook my head vigorously. 

"Well guess what angel? I don't believe you." He snatched me off the ground by pulling on my hair. Tears sparked in my eyes, as he smacked my head on the floor and as he sent kick after kick to my stomach. Kick after kick after kick. Soon the kicking only became numb pitches to my torso. Then, he sent punch after punch after punch. I don't even think he cares that I have school tomorrow. Soon, the black dots begin to form in my vision as I was beaten into a deep sleep.

My chest is constricting and I'm having trouble breathing. The cold is giving me a suffocating hug, and my head is pounding beyond belief. I slowly, yet surely pushed myself off the ground. The cold hard ground. Just then did I realized that, he carried me down the stairs. I groaned as I tried again to push myself up. This time, I did. With shaking legs I walked up the stairs and into the shower. I struggled to peel off the clothes from last night. Once I did, I jumped into the already warm shower. I yanked the loofa off the hook and tried to clean my body clean from last nights horrors.  I silently cried as I just wanted to forget everything that has ever happened to me. 

I cringed as the water pressure became harder, and it was beating down on my back. I quickly finished cleaning my body and stepped out of the now empty shower. I once again wrapped the scratchy towel around my body. I tip toed into my room trying not to wake anyone up ,and went to my closet. I grabbed a pairs of jeans and a long sleeved shirt. I pulled on the jeans as carefully as, humanly possible, and slid the shirt over my back. Both of the items were pretty loose on me, so they wouldn't stick to my body to much. I finally grabbed the only thing I had left of my family, a sweatshirt. I'm pretty sure it was my mothers, but I'm not sure.

 My eyes welled up in tears again thinking about what happened to my family, and if it weren't for that, I could've had a normal life.  I pulled the sweatshirt over my head and started grab my things when, I heard a loud thud from the room next to me. My eyes widened in fear when I looked at the clock. I'm late. I sprung into action, and ran down the steps frantically trying to get breakfast starting. I yanked a pan out of the cabinet, and grabbed the eggs out of the fridge. I quickly wished them until, they were fluffy and poured them into the already sizzling pan. I grabbed another pan out of the cabinet, and step it on the side burner. I yanked the bacon out of the fridge, and put half of the bacon into the frying pan with the oil. Well, what was left of the bacon. The kitchen door slammed against the wall with a loud boom. I froze in my spot not wanting to get into trouble. 

"Where's my breakfast?" His voice boomed and I flinched.

 "I took a little longer to get ready, because, I had to hide everything. I'm sorry, it should be done in a minute." He smirked at me knowing he struck fear into my heart more than usual. He took taunting steps toward me, and every time he did, I took one step back also. Soon, my back hit the wall and he was standing in front of me.