Burn

02

Randy POV

I wake up in a hospital bed attached to many wires. Man, I'm alive, why? I didn't feel like waking up from my deep slumber. No one would actually. If you're wondering why I'm considering it a 'deep slumber' well, it's because I'm living now and it actually felt like a deep slumber. Because you never dream or hear things. It's just plain nothing. Just darkness.

I shut my eyes again before anyone can wake me up again. I rather just lay in this hospital bed than be in the real world. At least it's not dangerous. But, then again no place on this earth is safe, anywhere you go you will always be surrounded by danger.

I then drift off to sleep and it wasn't a comforting one.

*FLASHBACK*

I come home from school at the age of 7 years old. I just hopped off the bus and believe it was complete terror. Everything that occurred that day hit by surprise, I don't understand what made it change. I guess life just decided to bite me in the butt.

Then, again, it does that to everyone, I'm probably not alone. But, I honestly feel alone and I feel that no one can save me from this world but, then again something keeps telling me someone will be there to save me. Someone does care about me.

But, I'm only seven what do I know. I open the door to my house. I then hear arguing upstairs and I flinch as I hear something crash to the ground. This is the first time I ever heard them fight, ever. I always thought my parents were this wonderful couple. I then try to block them out of my mind and place my backpack near the staircase and take my boots off from the cold snowy weather we've been having here lately in Ireland.

My hair is in a fishtail braid that my mum did this morning. And it's being held together at the tips by my white bow. I love bows they're really awesome. People always thought that that I was just some hoarder of bows. Which may or may not be true. I have many, it's a hobby to collect and make bows. Then again I have many hobbies, like playing the piano and guitar.

I head into the kitchen and grab a cup and place it on the counter. I then head through the refrigerator and grab some milk. I pour some milk into the cup and dig through the cabinets to find a snack. I find chocolate chip biscuits. I grab the package and my milk and sit down at the island and just think of a better world and life. Either way, my life wouldn't be perfect or joyful.

"No! I'm having full custody of her, you can go and mess around and get drunk every day!" My dad yells. I then hear something hit the ground and I flinch and then I hear pitter pattering on the steps and I turn to look behind me. I see my mum in a dress that's mid thigh and her hair is in a trashy looking typed bun. My dad then comes down the steps and walks towards me. Wow, I haven't seen him a long time. He has my hello kitty suitcase with him.

"Just take her, I don't need her anyway. I rather sell her but if I did I wouldn't get much money out of her anyway." My mum says walking into the kitchen.

Back then my dad was nice till he lost control and started drinking and beating me like I was some type of punching bag. Believe me, it was horrible and it hurts me to go back to the past and then compare it to the present.

Soon enough my dad swoops me off the stool and places me into his protective arms. I rest my head against his shoulder my dad heads out the house and places me into his car. I place myself in the seatbelt unaware of what's happening. My dad then comes into view with my stuff.

"Your an arse man. I hope you know that. She's not worth anything, soon you'll treat her like she doesn't exist. Like she's not worth anything. She's nothing to you and you know that. Why are you even caring now when you were gone the past 6 years of her life? Why do you decide to show up now?" My mum asks my dad. She let her hair down. Her hair is black and luxurious. My hair is the same. It's dark brown. But, soon it'll be black, like mums. I always admired my mum.