Looking For Snow

Preface

Once again, I'm pinned to my cold bedroom floor. Derek looks down on me with his common sadistic smile as he slips both of my wrist into incomparably large palms. The time didn't seem to slow down or accelerate. I was finally used to my weekly torment. I saw everything but I heard nothing, I felt nothing.

My vacancy was obvious. As well as his rage towards my listless body. I saw all the times he had stricken my face and chest with his enormous fists. I could still feel nothing. He had given one powerful blow to my waist and it seemed as if the ceiling had soared past me above my head, I thought I might have finally been flying away. But that single second of bliss was taken away as I had hit the wall adjacent to the bedroom door. His extra force was an attempt for a response. I gave him no satisfaction.

He brought me to my knees my yanking harshly on my hair. I looked up at him with empty eyes knowing what would come next. It was as if I was watching a film that I had seen so many times. This movie was my life and I had grown weary of it.

I was ready, I couldn't see any other path for myself. It was my time. I was ready to die.