Lost boy

The end, or is it the beginning?

I sat on the floor of my humble bedroom,  trying to calm my breathing in fear of him hearing me, 'this is the end of me' I thought to myself,  there's no way I'm coming out of here alive.

The sound of him punching the door  only rose my panick,'this is the end of me' my thoughts are all over the place,  I'm only six years old, I didn't deserve this, I wasn't scared of death,no, I'm afraid of the way death will take me with her, the way I'll die, which will be very painful looking at the way he's punching the door and swearing at me and throwing death threats at me,sure it's not the first time he threatened to take my life,but looking at how angry he is,I'm sure he's serious about it this time.

"Open the door kiddo, you're only making it worse for yourself"a maniac laugh followed his statement,  I know he's not kidding,  I know I'm making a mistake,  I knew it the minute I ran away from him when his beating became too painful for me to handle,  living with his abuse for the past four years taught me to never run away from him while he's having his ,as he calls it 'fun time', I don't know from where I gathered the courage to run away from him around the house,  I have a faint idea that it was the adrenaline that made me do my idiotic move,  however I'm sure that if it was it that made me run,  that it started wearing off and panic started flooding into me in its place.

Another punch was what brought me back to reality,  another punch and the door will come off.  I rose up from my sitting position panickly looking for a place to hide. I quickly made the decision of hiding in my closet,  not the smartest move from my side as it is known that if you're looking for someone who's hiding then the first place you look for him is the closet.

The, door finally couldn't handle the punches he was receiving from my dear brother.

"No one can save you now from your fate sweetheart"he said, I tried to not make any voice, wishing for some miracle to happen , but I know that it's no use,  nobody ever bothered telling the police of what's happening even though they are very aware of it, it's hard not as the walls are not soundproof. And I'm too cowardy to call them myself,  well looks like I'll be paying for my cowardness in a few minutes,  if not seconds. 

The door of the closet opening is what brought me back to reality,  he grabbed my hair and dragged me out of my closet, and that's where I allowed myself to start screaming, I let out a bloody scream that made my window glass to shatter,  I cursed myself for not thinking of jumping out the Window,  it's not a long fall I would've survived

"Oh you'll pay for that scream darling"

I started hyperventilating as pain clouded my mind from the strong grip he had on my hair. 

"Of stop struggling you stupid girl you're already in enough troubles"he yelled at me irritated with my behaviour. 

I started crying and thinking of how little I had to live,  I found myself praying that he'll get done with me quickly and not so painfully, but I was only fooling myself as I know that he'd like to enjoy every minute of killing me.

He dragged me down the stairs from my hair,  adding more bruises to my skin, and more pain for me to deal with, I stopped struggling losing every ounce of hope in me that he'll have mercy on me and realises that what he's doing is wrong, I was waiting for him to realise that for the past four years. 

The sound of sirens nearing by is what gave me little Hope that someone will save me from the monster that is my brother, and the look of panick on his face only added to my hope. 

"POLICE OPEN THE DOOR" 

My brother looked around trying to find a place to hide me,  but it was too late,  the police broke down the door and entered the house. 

"Sir you're under arrest for child abuse so put the girl down and put your hands behind your back" the officer ordered. He was pointing his gun at my brother so he had no choice but to do as he is ordered to do.

My brother wouldn't miss the chance of causing me more pain for the last time so he threw me away by force and sent me flying at the wall.

The throw caused my head to hit the wall by great force. I started loosing conscious. The last thing I saw was the officer arresting my brother as he laughed his evil maniac laugh, and a woman in a blue uniform leaning down to look at me. 

Well looks like it's not the end of me, but rather a new beginning.