That’s the only feeling you were even able to feel at this point.
No matter what you did, no matter how hard you tried, you could not escape it. After your mom died in the event of trying to give you life, you were blamed for her death. Your father despised you, and the despising became pure hatred.
He hated you.
he beat you, made you bleed…he made your life miserable.
You never even went to school. You were kept in the house to do all the work. The feeling you got whenever he beat you, and even made sexual advances to you, was slowly killing you. whenever you were told to do something like ‘get the groceries’, ‘get the mail’, ‘clean the kitchen’, or ‘mop the floor’, you did it.
but if you were told to do something personal for your dad…you refused. And he would beat you again, and make you bleed. You had just about had it. you had been living in a complete hell. It was Friday night, and your father was getting drunk.
He kept yelling at you, calling you a worthless slut. His hand flew up, and hit your face, almost knocking you over. Tears brimmed your eyes, but you refused to let them over flow in front of him.
His other hand hit your other cheek.
“You’re worthless! You can’t do anything right! You took away everything! you took away my friends, you took away my wife, and you took away my free time! You took away everything when you took away my wife! I should never have taken you in even though your mother was gone! You should have died, not her!” he shouted.
You clenched your fists, and turned to run out the door, but he grabbed your arm and threw you against the wall. When you fell to the floor, he kicked you.
“get up. get up! get up you piece of shit!” your father shouted. You stood, and began to go toward the door. “where the fuck do you think you’re going!?” he shouted. You bit your lip, and dashed out the front door. You ran as fast as you could.
Your surroundings melted into big blurs of dark green, dark brown, and midnight blue as you ran. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t pay attention to where you were going. There was too much fear within you. you didn’t particularly care where you ended up anymore, though.
As long as it was away from that monster of a father, you would be happy. You heard footsteps behind you, but they quickly went away. however, you kept running, your (e/c) eyes tightly shut, your messy, matted (h/c) hair flying up behind you , and your pale skin noticeable against the night sky.
as the cool night air was beginning to cool your skin, you felt uneasy, and ready to throw up. you felt faint, and you slowly began to stop running, right before you passed out.
just before you lost consciousness, you heard more footsteps, and multiple unfamiliar voices.