Drummer Boy

Nightmares

The tears roll down my cheeks, dampening my pillow as I toss and turn through this nightmare. I jump each time I get hit, my eyes become tighter. When will the horror end.

"Dad" I cry as my back is pushed up against the wall "please, stop, dad, it's hurting me"

I start to lose my breath as my face takes hit after hit after hit I try to stop it, I try to open my eyes, but I just can't. The dream always ends the same, just before I faint.

My eyes open, but with the tears that fill them, I cant see a thing. I can just hear things. Unfortunately. The things I hear are something no 16 year old boy wants to hear. I sit up on my bed, crying quietly to myself. The words that are being said echo through my head over and over.I need to get out of this house, I need to get my life back on track; I know why you're thinking, that's what a 37 odd alcoholic would say, but honestly, if you've been where I've been and saw what I've saw, that's something you'd say too; I grab my suitcase, trying not to make too much noise, and slowly pack all my belongings into the small suitcase laying on my bed, firstly; clothes, everybody needs clothes, the food I stole from the kitchen yesterday, and a picture, it wasn't a picture of my Mom or my Dad, it was a picture of my little brother Harry, I just wish, that God could've taken the life of someone else, just not Harry.As soon as he went, I almost died too. The bruises covered the whole of my body. But, I'm glad he went when he did, because if he got hurt anymore, I would never forgive myself. I opened my bedroom window, slowly, but it didn't help. I made a big squeak and I held my breath, hoping my parents didnt hear me. Luckily, with all the shouting and screaming, I didnt get caught. This time. I lowered my suitcase to the ground, which isn't far, because my bedroom is on the bottom floor. I climbed out and ran, leaving my bedroom window open. I ran and ran until I could run no more. I had no idea where I was. It was dark and nobody was out. There was actually no houses.Honestly, scared wasn't the word, I just kept running, and running until I could run no more, I turned the corner and it led me onto a dirt path, I kept going, even though I was petrified, I couldn't let the fear get inside my head, not this time. The next ten minutes was all a blur to me, tree after tree after tree, until, I saw a old wooden house, I heard about this place, it's been abandoned for years, I slowly open the door, as you would suspect it creaks, and I stepped in. The house itself was pretty light, but it was empty. I walk further into the front room and look around. I see a grey sheet covering something. I slowly walk over to it. Unusuallly, this place doesnt scare me. I feel more safe here than I did at home with my family. They're not even a family to me anymore. They're nobody to me. I dont care about them. I hate them. I have to cry myself to sleep every night, scared to close my eyes, and its all their fault! Why me? Why am I stuck with these idiots!

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