The Girl from The Window

1| From The Window

It's been 3 years since I've seen the outside world. It's gotten lonely in the house but I'm not allowed out. The cold of the floor and the blood stained walls have really gotten to my head. The rotting stench of alcohol and garbage is the normal aroma in this house. Small footsteps patter on the floor getting closer to my room, I flinch but don't hide as the footsteps are a familiar and welcome pair. The door opens and a small little boy, with bright azure blue eyes and messy blonde hair enters the room.
"Hey Ne Ne!! I brought some fo-"
Before the boy can finish his sentence he trips and face plants into the plate of food he snuck from the kitchen. I giggle at the event and help clean the boy up.
"thank you very much Xyon." I give the boy a small smile of thanks.
The boy runs back towards the kitchen to put the empty plate back. It takes a moment for the small child to place the plate in the sink. That's when I hear it, a high pitched shriek. I painfully get up and run towards my brothers screaming.
"put....him....DOWN!!!" I shout at my father.
He looks at me and throws Xyon at the wall. I growl but stop as soon as he takes a step closer. Another step closer and my left eye glows a bright yellow.
"Hah! The bitch is standing against me?! Not for long."

I take a step back and my shoulder brushes against a wall. He takes another step closer and out of the corner of my eye I see Xyon get up, he's about to run over here but before he can I mouth the words 'no' to him. He stops and goes to hide in the closet, just like we've practiced. He hates not being able to help, but he knows I do it to protect him.

An Hour Later

I sit propped against the wall in my room. Blood pours from my forehead and drips down my face. Shards of broken glass stick out of my shoulders. Nails reside in my hands and feet, while bruises cover the remnants of me body. It isn't until then that I hear a small knock on my window. I crawl away from the window in a panic and look up to see a tall figure staring at me. I painfully lift my arm and give a small wave to the figure. My arm falls back down to my side and the figure waves back, before tilting his head in a concerned manner. He opens my window from the outside and looks at me.
"Why is your shoulder hurt?" He asks.
I look away, not wanting to reveal the truth.
He nods slowly before asking again.
"Look, I know it's not an easy subject but who hurt you?"
I flinch at the sudden raise in his voice and I hide. I shake, a bad feeling going down my spine. That's when the loud stomps sound in the hallway.
"Who are you talking to you little bitch?!"
I look around and look to the man in my window.
"y-you gotta go...please...." I beg.
He sighs. "Fine but I'll be back tomorrow."

I watch as he walks away and snap my head towards the door and my father walks in.