Free Bird

My Father

  I awake in the cemetery, I have no idea what time it is, but the sun is long gone, and the moon is shining brightly way up high in the sky. I struggle to get to my feet, leaving the pop tab on the damp grass, and limp the rest of the way home. By the time I had reached my front door it was around midnight. I slowly and quietly open the door and find that all is well and its safe to enter. I look to my right into the den and see my father passed out on the couch, empty beer bottles scattered around the room, and some late night news on the television. I creep up to my room and find that my goldfish has died because nobody had fed him while I was gone, so I carried the bowl to the toilet, said a small pray and flushed my friend downward to the sewer, praying the noise would alert my father to my presence. I catch a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror, this is the first time I have looked at myself since the accident, I was to scared to look, to see the damage. But I knew I had to look eventually, and I see that my left eye has no color and has turned as white as my hair. I decide to go back to my room and climb in bed with Mr. Fluffles, my bear my mother gave me as a child. As soon as I close my eyes...
"Neveah! Where are you, you worthless bitch?" I hear heavy footsteps on the stairs, I spring from my bed like I'm a pop tart popping out of a toaster, ignoring the pain from my stomach, and run to my hiding spot in my closet, hoping he still thinks I'm dead or whatever it is he thought I was for five days.

My door flies open, I'm surprised the hinges still work after all the times he's done that. I don't hear anything after that, which is weird. I decide to do the cautious thing and wait it out until I know for sure. Ten minutes pass and I haven't heard any other doors opening, I haven't heard any screaming, so I finally decide that the coast is clear and I can come out... but I was wrong. There he sat, on my bed, staring straight at me with that look, that horrible look on his face...
"There you are you little bitch. I was wondering where you have been all this time. I know you don't have any friends you would've been staying with, who would want to be friends with you? So, tell me, where has a lame, worthless piece of trash like you been hiding all this time? Or did you finally sink so low as to selling yourself?" he rants in a calm tone
" I've been in the damn hospital you alcoholic son of a bitch!" I shout back with all my energy, because I know its the only sentence I will be able to say, and I was right. His eyes go wide as the words leave me mouth and he charges at me.
"What did you tell them! Huh! What!" His grip gets tighter and tighter around my throat with every word he says, but unlike him, I dont say a word. I just laugh as my world goes black again.