It was a fine evening, sun was setting, the moon was coming up and all was calm. I was at peace.
It was all short lived
My father yelled for me to come inside our apartment. I sighed and glanced back at the beautiful sky and walked back inside. "Yes sir..." My hollow voice spoke "What the hell were you thinking boy?!" He slapped me over the head which caused me to fall to the ground. I held my head in pain and prepared myself for another few blows to my already bruised form.
After an hour or so of complete torture he sent me to bed so I dragged myself to my room and fell down trying my hardest not to cry. I forced myself not to show emotion but it hurt to hide it.
Soon enough I heard the buzzing again. I hated it so much. Its just static. Almost every night it happens and I dont know why or what it means, all I know is that it hurts.
It gradually got louder till I couldn't take it. I thought of something to occupy myself and it soon died off but I had a splitting migraine.
Great. A perfect way to end another shitty day.
