The Suffering Beginning

Part One:

It's been happening since I was a little girl
Scars all over me,
Weeping sores on my back
I am spending all of my time
Sitting in my room,
Crying
Hoping and praying,
My dad won't walk through that door.
The last time was the worst.
Just thinking about it gives me chills
I drift off,
Into an uneasy sleep,
To break free
From this unbearable reality
When I wake up,
My shirt is stuck to my back
Covered in blood
I go to the bathroom to wash my back
And I hear him
Marching up the stairs
Looking for me.
It was so much better,
When mum was still around
I quickly put my shirt back on
And run to my room.
Rapidly getting ready for school
I put my bag on
And run out of the front door
As I walk as fast as I can to school,
I run into my friend Beth
"Hey jess!" yelled Beth,
"Hi Beth," I reply,
Trying to sound cheerful.
She is the only one that knows,
We walk the rest of the way to school
Silently.
It's been happening since I was a little girl
Scars all over me,
Weeping sores on my back
I am spending all of my time
Sitting in my room,
Crying
Hoping and praying,
My dad won't walk through that door.
The last time was the worst.
Just thinking about it gives me chills
I drift off,
Into an uneasy sleep,
To break free
From this unbearable reality
When I wake up,
My shirt is stuck to my back
Covered in blood
I go to the bathroom to wash my back
And I hear him
Marching up the stairs
Looking for me.
It was so much better,
When mum was still around
I quickly put my shirt back on
And run to my room.
Rapidly getting ready for school
I put my bag on
And run out of the front door
As I walk as fast as I can to school,
I run into my friend Beth
"Hey jess!" yelled Beth,
"Hi Beth," I reply,
Trying to sound cheerful.
She is the only one that knows,
My secret
We walk the rest of the way to school
Silently.
As soon as we arrive
The bell rang
I walk in the opposite direction to Beth
As she isn't in my roll call
While I am walking down the hallway
I can feel people's eyes
Glaring at me.
I enter the room
There is only one chair left,
Right in front of the teacher
I slowly walk to the desk
And sit down
Leaning forward
So my back doesn't touch the chair
I can still feel people staring at me
So I turn around
To see who is looking at me
Almost everyone is gazing
I start tearing up
And run out of the classroom
I have a big choice to make,
Go home
Or run away...