You're the best part of me

The place I call home

ABUSE & SELF HARM TRIGGER WARNING

As I sit in my bed; by bed I mean old mattress on a damp cold un-carpeted floor, stained by the blood the evil bastard I dare to call dad, literally beat out of me. My mattress on the over hand covered in stains from self afflicted wounds. Self harm was a coping mechanism for me, my whole arm covered in scars and fresh wounds.

I stay up night and day stuck in an evil loop of cutting, drinking & dreaming about ending it all.

My 'family' didn't have much, my mum left us years ago and I was an only child: an accident at that.
My father used to be amazing and caring and looked after my but now all he cares about is how he's going to afford to buy his next bottle of the cheapest alcohol at least it was like that until today, today he was different. A whole new low, he came home with bottles upon bottles of alcohol 12 maybe 15 litres from wine to rum; all the cheapest stuff of course but he still wouldn't of been able to afford it, "what mess have you gotten us into now" I huff as I lay my head back on my one solitary pillow.
I manage to fall asleep for the first time this week, I had a nightmare which was very unusual for me.

I sit up and rub my eyes, I freeze as my eyes scan the room this isn't my shit hole of a 'home' the lights are off but there's the light flowing of a fire place as I look around more I realise there's a man leaning against the open door practically hidden in the shadows.

Dun dun dun *gasps* ;)
Who do you think our mysterying man is?
do you want chapters shorter or longer than this?
what do you Think so far?
Pls don't hate me I'm fragile

Much love your favourite writer & fellow kol obsessor;)