places, places, get in your places
throw on your dress and
put on your doll faces
everyone thinks that we're perfect
please don't let them
look through the curtains
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It hurt so badly. My leg was bleeding but I knew that Dad wasn't done with me yet. I resisted the urge to whimper, knowing it would only land me more punishment. It hurt so much. Out of the corner of my vision, I could see smashed bottles and the alcohol that seeped into the floorboards. I held my breath, waiting for the next blow to come.
His fist collided with my skull and a scream rippled through my throat. I could feel the tears coming now as my eyesight clouded more and more. My head was throbbing and I was so close to blacking out. He shouted some profanity at me but my ears were ringing so horribly I couldn't make out anything he said. I could feel the tears running down my face. I tried to move so that I was looking at Dad, but my limbs wouldn't respond. Searing pain shot through me when I tried to move so I lay still.
To my relief, Dad snatched two whiskeys and stepped over the threshold, slamming the door. I let out a strangled sob, trying to get up. It hurt everywhere. I thought he was getting better because he didn't do anything to me for the whole week. No such luck. I struggled to my feet and almost fell again. I held onto the wooden framed bed next to me and collapsed onto the mattress, suddenly willing Mom to come home soon. She always made everything seem better. But she left a month ago to go on some sort of trip - she was probably never coming back again.
My breathing slowed gradually, but the tears continually escaped my eyes. I must look absolutely pathetic right now. Finding the strength in my arms, I sat up and pulled the curtains open to face the window, watching the snow fall from the sky. With my bloody fingers I held onto the windowsill and pressed my face against the icy glass, numbing my cheeks.
What was I doing? I honestly don't know. I was thirteen and I still got beat up on more than a weekly basis. I was still blindly hoping for Mom to come home, for someone to look through the windows and call the police, anything. What was I doing? Praying that Dad wouldn't hear anything out in the other room, I punched the glass, feeling it shatter against my knuckles.
Raggedly I pulled myself up onto the sill, wincing as I looked down at my injured leg. I heard footsteps from the corridor outside and hurled myself out of the window. My eyes shot open at the cold sensation as I hit the soft snow. Scrambling away on my one able leg, I ambled away into the woods, searching for somewhere to hide. In the distance behind me I could hear Dad yelling my name, but they were fading as I headed deeper into the forest. Mist shrouded around the trees and I shivered, sniffing.
Finally I found a hole near the roots of a tree and crawled in. My body fortunately fit inside the hole - I was skinny after all, with the malnutrition. Curling up against the walls of wood, I promised myself that I, Scarlet Overkill, will get my proper revenge.
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hey! thank you for reading this! this chapter was kind of dark, sorry if you didn't like it. i would just like to say none of this is canon and no copyright is intended. the characters in this story do not belong to me. (: i hope you enjoyed!
- ashen x
