Take My Hand

Lass Mich Gehen

Third Person's P.O.V. (ಥ_ಥ)

 A young female sat. Legs crossed as she rested her chin on the palm of her small hand. A soft sigh escaped her lips. Silver white hues looked at the wooden tile of the floor. Falling back, her spine hit against the tiled floor lightly. Now staring st the ceiling blankly. She waited. And waited. For what exactly? She wasn't even sure herself. However, she stood up. Wobbling slightly, the midnight haired female shook her head. As to get rid of the small headache that slowly swirled within her mind. 

Her knees wobbled. Though, she quickly caught onto the ledge of her bed. Hand grasping onto the soft cushion, she pulled herself onto the bed. Soft, tiring sigh leaving the female's lips soon after. Snatching a paper white pillow in her arms. The female snuggled closely to it. Closing her eyes, and slowly falling asleep. Her long mid-back length hair sorrounded her face. As though a curtain to block out the bright light from her window. 

Silver orbs slowly started to close. Letting out a quiet yawn, and falling asleep. 

~short time skip~ ﴾͡๏̯͡๏﴿ O'RLY?

your P.O.V. (ง'̀-'́)ง

"GET OFF YOUR FUCKING ASS" a loud shout invaded my hearing. 

Ears rung, and I was suddenly pushed off my bed, harshly hitting the ground. My eyes snapped open, looking at the monster who towerws over me. Also know as my mother. Her bloodshot golden yellow hues bored into mine with hate. A bottle of tequila rested on the grasp of her hands. Lazily gripping the bottle of glass. 

Silver hues stared at the older female warrily, crawling towards the wall, the corner hitting the spine of my back. Looking away for a second, just a second. and the rough hit of glass skimmed, and cut my already battered skin. Letting out a cry of pain, as one glass had stuck onto the right of my collar bone. I tried pulling it out myself. However, the beast herself, quickly took the edge of the glass, ripping it out with a small smirk. 

​​​​​​"look in your mother's eyes when she speaks" she harshly hissed, as she had told me this, she leaned towards my ear. 

Wiggling away from her, or trying to, and coning to no avail, I felt her hands grip against my neck. The palms of her calloused hand grasping the front of my neck. Gasping. I clawed at her hand with my nails. She growled in reply, only tightening her grasp. A stragnled whine left my lips, coughing harshly whilst I was suddenly thrown to the wall of my room. Hitting the pastel blue wall, I skidded across the ground. Silver white hues, slowly shading into a silver blue glow. My eyes dilated with fear, and I got up on my legs. Swiftly running from the female. With a swift stride of my legs. But..was stopped. 

"have you not learned to speak to another when they are speaking to you?" My eyes widened as she sent a slap at my face, my head lolling to the side with a sad glare. 

"A-ap-pearantly no-ot" I stuttered, meaning to sound strong, though, my voice came out weak, scared, and quiet. 

She sent another slap to my face. 

"learnt it dammit. Learn your damn manners. Maybe if you had done it sooner, your father wouldn't be dead" she stepped on my bleeding collar bone with the tip of her heel, I let out a whimper. 

I knew my father's death had been fault. It always was. No matter what anyone had told me. If it wasn't for my seflsih need. He would still be alive. If I was more silent. He would still be alive. No matter what others has told me, they were just words. It was as though they were nothing to me. My friends told me countless times it had not been my fault. Though, my mother had carved into my head that it was my fault. That it would stay that way forever. And that would everything was my fault. She was never supposed to give birth to me. I was a mistake sent from hell. The devil's child, that would soon destroy everything. What was I to do? Not believe her words? As much as I wish I hadn't believed them, and would like to not believe them even now. It was impossible.