I wake up on the floor in excruciating pain and almost pass out from it. I hear him approaching and I am terrified but can't move. "So you're finally up bitch." He growls "you were a good fuck, maybe we could do it again sometime" he says licking his lips as his eyes wander over me. I only then realize that I'm naked. "Maybe now" he says and kicks me so hard in the head that I'm immediately unconscious. I wake up seven hours later with a throbbing vagina and lower abdomen to and realize that he raped me when I was unconscious. I am covered in blood and I still can't move. Somewhere in the back of my head I remember that I have school but that thought is overwhelmed and forgotten by all my pain as I pass out again. I awake again and it is now 1 am. I attempted to stand holding on to the staircase banister. I shakily succeed, and realize that my dad must be at some bar as I can see from here that his keys are gone. I limply drag myself up the stairs to get ready for school tomorrow as I must attend and it will take me a long time to get ready in this state. I crawl to the bathroom and fill the tub, slipping into the warm water. I soon realize that it only stings my wounds so much more. I scrape away all my dried blood and wash myself, soon the tub has turned a pink-red colour and I drain it stepping out and wapping myself in a fluffy towel. I stop staring at my reflection in the mirror. Disgusting, I have long curly brown hair with violet eyes and pale skin, but what I see is all my cuts and bruises. My ribs sticking out, my frail appearance, the words my dad has carved into me with his knifes; worthless, bitch, skank, hore, whore, slut... they all cover my back. And then the one carved into my stomach, that one hurts the most, as I know that it's true; murderer. Because I killed my mother. I've had enough and turn away from the mirror, taking my hairbrush and yanking it through my hair. I pull out the first aid kit and dress my wounds. I limp to my bedroom and get dressed, pulling on a pair of too lose skinny jeans and a oversized black hoodie I leave my hair down and apply just enough makeup to my face so that you can't see my bruises. It is now 4am. I grab my backpack and complete my homework. It is now 6, using the railing I limp downstairs, skipping breakfast, as I know my father would notice the missing food and punish me, I start my walk to school.
