Love Is Not Over Or Is It?

Darkness

That flashback always comes to my mind whilst I'm a human punch bag, I don't really know why, but at least it distracts me from the pain and his  slurs of ugly words that eat away at my self esteem. I started to sob quietly, the bruises rushing to show themselves off on my skin, the cuts becoming deeper and deeper.
Before I slipped into darkness I whispered to myself,
"Will anybody help me?"
That was it I slipped into my dark, gloomy world once again whilst lying lifeless on the floor.

I woke up late the next morning, realising I'm was late for school but I had to be careful and make sure my dad wasn't there because if he was I have no doubt that he would take another chance to beat me. As soon as I thought it was clear I pushed myself up against the wall wincing at the pain it caused me and started to limp up the stairs, as soon as I got to my room I went to the bathroom and had a look at myself in the mirror. I thought 'ugh, I can't go to school like this, I could skip but my attendance is already low enough as it is.' As I start getting ready wearing my usual baggy clothes and makeup to cover my bruises, I hear creaking on the stairs so I quickly gather my books, some money and separate bag of clothes since I plan on catching the bus to the seaside for the night, I'll have to figure where I'm going to stay for the night though...but I needed to get out of here first

As I was walking out of the door I saw him and he yelled at me asking where I was going so I simply shrugged and limped down the stairs, out the door, to school. I knew as soon as I got back from being by seaside, the beatings would get worse for a while but I needed a break so at least some bruises and cuts will heal. I need some time away from him before I completely shatter...