The bright light that seeped through the gap in the old, dusty, discoloured curtain blinded me as I slowly woke up. Looking around I noticed that there was a noticably large dark red patch imprinted in to the carpet near the door and smaller splotches leading to my bed and along some of the dirty cream walls. Lifting myself up I groaned as my aching muscles threatened to give way. I stumbled, dazed from just waking up and from the pain shooting up my leg to the curtains, slowly opening it letting in a bright stream of light. Memories of the vicious night where I recieved all my many horrific and painful injuries came flooding back to me making me feel slightly light headed.
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______________ (Day Before)
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I opened the front door carefully, making the least amount of noise possible. Creeping through the dark, damp, dusty hallway, I held my breath in anticipation and from being frighened from what was bound to happen, hoping against all the odds that my gut instinct was wrong.
It felt like deja vu, every afternoon after school I would come home praying that 'he' was not home. Every afternoon my hopes were crushed as he always stood there waiting for me.
Just as it was today, there 'my father' stood leaning against the wall, a smirk plastered across his face, my breath hitched as in one sudden movement I was grabbed and flung across the room. My head hit the wall and I felt a great searing pain as I felt something warm trickle down the back of my head. Looking up to see him peering over at me before he kicked me in the guts, knocking the breath out of me, he continued to throw kicks and punches at me while shouting at me telling me that I was a waste of space, a waste of air and that I was worthless. After throwing his kicks and punches worth he reached in to his pocket retrieving a sharp long dagger where he proceeded to carve the word usless in to my back. Blood gushed out my open wound leaving me feeling light headed. Soon enough he left me, a large bloody mass on the floor, muscles aching and screaming in pain, forcing myself to get up I dragged myself to my room and was soon unconcious, swallowed in to darkness from blood loss.
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_______(Back to present)
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Rolling over off my bed, the intense pain radiating off my back made me hiss in pain, reminding me of the open cut down my lower back. I limped to my wardrobe that consisted of just a jumper jeans and a tee, I grabbed the jeans and the tee and limped to the bathroom for a shower before school. Jumping in the boiling hot water I watched as the water turned red as the dried blood was washed away. After having a 10 minute shower I slowly bandaged up my back to insure it would not be infected, dressed and slowly walked back to my room. Looking in the mirror I saw that my face was masked in a whole load of bruises, my mind worked overtime divising some sort of story about how I recieved these bruises. Without a second glance back I left the house after retrieving my bag with a wide grin on my face, glad to be out of that hell hole even if I had no friends at the place I was headed to.
Ever since my mum died in a car crash, I went in to grieving completely distraught at the loss of my mother at such a young age. My mother wasn't the only person I lost, I lost the one friend I ever had. I treated Michelle badly, I shunned her away from me when she came to try give me the comfort I needed. She is one to keep grudges so she ignored me ever since, since then I was classed as a wierdo and nobody ever spoke to me, every once in a while a new kid joined and I hoped to become their friend before people told them who I was and what they thought of me but I was always too late, they always found out I was a wierd, ugly, battered kid and every single one of them ignored me at all costs.
Michelle isn't the only person i've lost since my mum died. Before she left me I was in a loving happy family, me being daddys girl and the sole of his attention. He used to take me out every saturday, it being our daddy/daughter day. However, that all came to a halt on July the 5th when I was only 9 years old. That day was the first day I experienced heart break like no other, the worst part was that dad blamed me for my mothers death. My mum was out buying me lunch when she was in the car crash and so apparently it's all my fault she died, let's forget about the drunk driver who slammed in to her, no because he's totally innocent.
Ever since then he got attached to his drinks and became an alcoholic, soon after he began to abuse me, everyday getting worse and worse until I began to try and fight back, but it was hard as most of the time I got nowhere but sometimes I managed to land a punch here and there. Now at 16 I can't wait to be of age and be able to leave my 'father' for
good.
I guess now that you know my life story I can get back to the present.
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