Moon on the meadow

TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ this story will contain:
Abuse
Substance abuse
Mention of rape
Depression
Self harm
Suicide attempts
And others alike you have been warned...

Little open to the story:

I remember when my mom used to sing to me, the memories are etched in my heart. Laying in bed, she would softly sing a lullaby;

"Moon on the meadow..
Bugs in our ears..
Smoke in our eyes...
Wet wood and tears.."

And she would continue on and on until I was fast asleep. I miss my mom. I miss her hug. I miss her telling Kieran to stop. I wish she were here to sing to me again.
I was too focused on wishing, missing, I failed to notice the creak of the door as it swung open.

"Why are you crying, you little shit? What's the matter now?" his harsh words piercing me like a bullet, leaving me in no place to answer. The fast walk toward me. With every step, you could feel his wrath, the closer he got the more I could see his anger. His fist clenched was the last detail I noticed before dark struck.