Short story's :)

I lay pressing my body to the wooden floor of my bedroom searching for any relief that the cool floorboards of my I heated room could give to my aching body. The sound of my dad thumping down the old, rickety stairs matched the beat of my heart in my ears as it worked, furiously pumping blood around my body to help deal with the blood loss that new and reopened wounds had caused. As I lay willing my body not to move from fear that he would come back my mind flashed back to when I had arrived home, I had stood there paralyzed in fear like a dear caught in the headlights of an oncoming truck. He yelled at me as my mind was racing over everything I had done that day, what had upset him? My heart out matched my brains speed as it raced, beating against my rib cage. He had given me a toothy grin like he could smell my fear as he started to stager towards me. My body withered in fear as I forced myself back into the present. Sounds of drunken cheers echoed around me mocking my careless attempt at a cry for help, I was far from help.

I reluctantly lifted my arm from the soothing embrace of the floor, causing blood to drip from the gapping, raw gash his belt and drunken rage had caused, tainting my source of comfort. A wave of pain washed over my body from the effort as my trembling fingers weakly grasped the chipped yellow bedside table dad- the old dad- and I had painted any onlookers that day wouldn't have thought it would be used for anything more than father and son card games on grey days, I certainly hadn't, that hadn't stopped him tonight. Using it to steady my trembling legs as I stood up as straight as my back would allow. Moving my quivering hands to grip the wall, faded wallpaper flaking off onto my hands as I used it for support shuffling my way around the room slowly to reach the mirror.

A sickly yellow bruise had formed, framing my cheek bones just below the large lump on my temple from the previous night. I had been a few minutes late from school, he had been drunk. Gritting my teeth to stop a cry forming from my lips as I crouched down to lift the lose floorboard the kept my first aid kit out of dad's sight, it was all I had to make my cutes and bruises endurable. Straightening up I winced at the boy in the mirror, maybe this would be the time I couldn't hide what happened behind closed doors. Blood streaked my hair and face following the tear stained lines decorating my bruised cheeks that the reopened wound had caused. Shaking my head and wiping a tear away I let my voice shaking and I unrecognisable crock "No. Crying wont help, nothing will."

My hands found the basin gripping the sides as everything around me began to lose focus, my world wavered. Seeing dots before my eyes I crumpled to the floor my last thought, maybe this is the end before my world went black.