Bitter Silence (on hold)

Bitter Silence

Chapter 1

I can hear them fighting again, their muffled voices yelling at each other as I cover my ears while I hide in my closet. They haven't fought like this in awhile but when they do it scares me. Sometimes I wonder, what if I'm the problem, the reason their always fighting. I lay my head up against the back of my closet but instantly feel pain rush toward the bruised area. As time goes by the fighting gets worse and the screaming only gets louder. A tear slowly trickles down the side of my face while my lips quiver. I struggle to get up while pain is furiously rushing through my body. I push open my closet door and hear my parents fighting and I try to ignore it. I crawl into my bed curling up in a little ball, as I lay there all I can do is think, just... think. People are always saying how beautiful I am, but how am I beautiful with all my bruises. How can someone live with all this pain? I once heard someone say when someone hurts you so much it just stops hurting at all, but that's not how it is, or at least not with me. The fighting gets even worse but I'm ignoring it, my eyes suddenly get heavy and slowly, I fall asleep.

I wake up with a mild headache and I feel a little woozy. As soon as my feet touch the freezing cold floor I start to feel a little better. I slowly walk towards my door, I stand in front of it and take a deep breath. I think to myself, how bad did it get last night?, did mom leave?, did someone get hurt? I open my door to see shards of broken glass and tiny drops of dry blood on the floor. I try not to step on any glass but I can't get around them. I take a step and blood instantly eases from my foot, I wince in pain but keep walking. I make my way slowly to the kitchen, every step is filled with more and more pain as the glass inches deeper into my small feet. When I get to the kitchen I find my mother with a white bandage around her head stained with blood on it. She looks at me and frowns but it quickly turns into a smile. She walks over to me and picks me up, my bloody feet leaving dark red feet marks on the wooden floor. I'm set on the counter top and I grab a small wash rag and put pressure on my right foot. After about ten minuets I stop caring for my right foot and put pressure on the left. As I press on my left foot fresh blood slowly gushes out from it and pain surges to the area. My instincts quickly pulls the old rag away and I take a deep shaky breath before putting the rag back on my swelling foot. Mother comes over and takes over for me. My mom had always cared for me and she's always there for me like mothers should. My father on the other hand I'd rather not speak or think abut that. Mother wraps my feet with some bandages she frowns at me "I'm sorry sweetie but this is all I can do for now"she says. I nod my head with exception and jump down I scrunch my nose with pain but it doesn't hurt as much. "Mommy, where's daddy?" I question "daddy went to take a little break but when daddy gets back I have to leave". I look at her with a puzzling face " why do you have to leave when daddy gets home" she gives me a ghost of a smile "my sweet girl sometime were to young to understand love but you'll get it one day my child". As soon as she says that daddy barges in i see mommy quickly gathers her things she rushes over and kisses me on the head. " sorry i have to leave" she says in a hushed voice. She leaves and slams the door behind her. I'm left alone with my raging father . he walks to one of the kitchen openings stands there and just looks at me. tears are gently caressing my face as the stream down in fear. "Why are you crying" father asks. i don't reply, i just stand there looking at him, fear coursing through my veins. "I WILL ASK AGAIN WHY ARE YOU CRYING" he says with power. "I-i-i I'm scared" i manage to choke out. The savage of a man walks over to me. He duck tapes my hands together i don't try and scream i don't struggle to fight him. I did that once, i screamed for help a years ago when i was five I'm ten now but the beating he gave me was harsh when he was done i had one broken arm and one broken leg. He also duck tapes my mouth he drags me into my room and i receive numerous hits an kicks. I'm weak and can barely move i see his shin retracting again and he kicks me hard just below my throat the kick is hard and strong the opposite of me. My eyesight gets blurry i can hardly see. I struggle to keep my eyes open just the slightest bit but i cant and I'm all alone again.

So I would love to thank amIweird32 and apple-_-jack for encouraging me to write this. Also please comment and follow if you like this book :)