Kids In The Dark

At The End Of The Road

Crystals POV

I went into the dark basement. I got used to this now. Darkness coldness then pain. The reason my mom is no longer here is because of him...
~flashback~
I was about seven at the time. I was just playing with my cat, Hobs, when I heard a scream. It came from the basement. It sounded like my... Mom's? I was scared. Why would mom scream? She was so brave what would scare her? I walked towards the basement, the door was open. It was never open. I walked downstairs to see mom laying on the ground with a knife in her chest. Her brown hair against the cold cement floor. Blood pouring from her chest. Then I see father in the corner laughing with tears in his eyes. He killed her...
~end of flashback~
I was snaped out of my thoughts by a pain in my back, soon followed by another in my arm. Then I got punched and slaped and kicked and whipped for about another half hour until he grabbed me by the hair and brought me to the chair.

*Time skip to later that night that night....*

As I made sure my bandages on my legs were good, I looked in the small mirror on the wall. I saw the blood, I saw it on my neck and arms. I smiled. I whipped the blood away and bandaged all cuts possible. I would have to wear a scarf or something that covers my neck tomorrow. "Ow!" I yelped but not to load, as I cleaned my cuts and felt them sting.
It was 9:03pm. Dad must have been upset. I was down there for a while. Oh well. I'm kind of used to it by now. It has been years. Started when I was how old? I got ready for bed since I was pretty tired. I put my hair in a messy bun and grabbed comfy pants I could fall asleep in, they ended up being a pair of baggy grey sweat pants. I kept my shirt on and just took the sweater off to sleep in. I made sure I still wore a comfy sweater incase somebody surprises me and comes over. I sat in bed and listened to music. I hummed a bit to wolf in sheep's clothing as I listened to the nightcore version on my phone. (Comment if you got the song in your head now) I fell asleep to the sound of music. Tomorrow is another day of suffering! Oh and to make it worse another day of school! I fell asleep to the sound of music.

*Next day/(would've been like 9:30 so) 9 hours and 30 minutes? *

"WAKE UP! WHY ISN'T YOUR GOD DAMN ALARM GOING OFF!?!?" Father screamed while slapping me across the face. I quickly sat up and got out of my old dirty blankets. "I am very sorry Father. I will make sure it works for tomorrow. Now may you leave so I can get dressed?" I spoke gently. I try to be as formal as possible, Father doesn't like how I would usually talk. He also hates slang even when texting. Well only from me. He was nice once. He was very strict but after mom.... I don't want to think about that now. "Sure. Be down in twenty minutes. I will set a timer if I have to. Now get your a** ready for school!" He yelled with gritted teeth. He punched my stomach and shoulder. Then he left. I hurried to get ready. I brushed my teeth and hair. My hair fell over my eye like usual for some reason. I pushed it behind my ear until I leave. I grabbed a blood red long sleeved turtle neck shirt to cover the cuts on my neck and black leggings. I grab a dark grey sweater and wear it over top leaving it unzipped. Then I grab a red beanie, the same color as my shirt. I put my makeup on and fixed my bandages. I made sure no bruises or cuts were shown as I grabbed my eyeliner. I put my eyeliner, black lipstick and mascara on. I walked down the stairs and saw Father waiting by the door. He didn't look to upset. "Look at that, only seventeen minutes. I was hoping under fifteen!" He stated to raise his hand to smack or punch me. "Father, I don't want to have to cover another bruise. We wouldn't want people to see any bruises or cuts? After school please," I said without any emotion. He put his hand down. "To the basement immediately then." He said with a smirk. "Now leave you pile of crap!" He yelled as I grabbed my bag from beside me. I walked out the door locking it behind me. I fixed my hair so it was covering my eye like usual. I began walking to school. I put my headphones on and listened to nightcore of the song suicide.
I hummed the song as I walked. I live like five minutes away from the school so the song had finished around the time I got there. There was the terrible prison called Falcon Claw High.