The not so Survived Survivor

A JOURNAL:

I could hear the sound of his feet pounding the stairs as he made his way up them, to my room. I hurried out of bed as fast as I could crawling in under it, to hide from what was coming. I heard the rattle of the doorknob as his chubby fingers turned it, all the while I retreated as far back as I could. His feet were at my bedside, he was wearing navy socks with indented diamonds. I started to cry as I heard the click of his belt as it undone, and saw his pants and underwear drop to the floor.

*The hot tears ran down my face as I felt myself losing touch with reality. Then; I soared from tree top to tree top with the other birds.