At the bottom of the bottle

Im sick of this

"That's it! I'm fed up with this" I thought while my drunk father banged on my locked bedroom door."come out you ungrateful bitch,I know your in there"! He shouted while slurring his words.I quickly grabbed the very few important belongings I had and threw them into my bag.The hinge on the door was beginning to buckle when I quickly zipped up my bag and hopped out of my second story window.I jumped down from the roof and I just kept running. I knew I couldn't stop,for fear of him finding me.after what felt like hours I couldn't keep running anymore my legs wouldn't let me."come one legs I can't stop now I need to keep going " my thoughts raced, as I begged my legs to not stop now.after a while of walking I noticed how it looked like I wasn't even in my own world anymore. As if I somehow entered a completely different universe .I looked around weary of anyone seeing me and I kept seeing signs with the name cyberlife on them."oh shit" I muttered quietly when I noticed I had fell.but I realized quickly that i had no energy to get up and continue.Everything seemed to almost slow down as my vision began going black.