My eyes slowly opened, my body stretching as I woke up. I took a deep breath as I prepared myself to start the day. But as I sat up, something felt off, something felt........wrong.
I looked around the small room. I couldn't see anything out of the...
Damien, 6ft,18yrs,brown hair,blue eyes, pale skin.
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As I slowly opened my eyes, My body stretching as I woke up, I took a deep breath of air and sat up not really ready for the day. But when I sat up something wasn't right. Something felt........wrong.
I looked around the small room, I couldn't see anything out of the ordinary. I examined it closer again. Still nothing. I look even harder this time, and finally I saw it, something so terrifying that it took a few moments for my brain to comprehend what it was.
This was not my room.
As I throw the duvet off my body I get a shooting pain through my face and neck, it feels like I'm being stabbed bye a rusty knife over and over and over. Out of pain I fall to the ground, using my arms to support myself I slowly stand up of the rough carpet that lined the floors of the room.
Being careful not to move my head much I try to find my way around the room and find a mirror, to find out what is causing this amount of pain to me. As I run my fingers across the cold, damp wall I notice a mark on my arm under my jacket. I turn and lean my back against the wall as I examine my arm, I my mouth drops in confusion, sadness and mainly, I was scared. I clasp my hand over my mouth as I slide down the wall, as soon as I'm crouched on the floor I begin to shake heavily, then without realising it I begin to cry.
Out of diss-belief I pull back my blood covered sleeve, I see "you should be dead, after all isn't that what your father thought" carved into my arm seeing this I begin to have a flashback, I fall onto the floor as the memories overwhelm me.
I flashed back to when I was about 9 or 10. I was colouring a picture of the family my mum, my dad, and me when I hear shouting coming from my parents room so I drop my pencil against the tiled kitchen floor as I stand up making a 'click' sound I slowly start walking down the hallway a deep feeling building in my stomach,as I'm getting closer to my parents the arguing gets worse suddenly there's a loud crash and I hear my mother crying, at this point I begin to run to the room to make sure my mum was ok.
But thing were far worse than I thought when I opened the door I saw what no kid should see. My dad had gotten drunk again and had smashed a bottle over my mums head, all I saw was blood, blood everywhere my dad was still shouting at her saying stuff like "it's you're fault this happened, you deserve this" as he said this he began to kick her body which had fallen to the ground and was just laying in a pool of ruby red blood.
Then I saw what caused so much bleeding it couldn't of just been a bottle as I glance at my dad the sun reflects of something metal. He had a knife. He began to walk towards her again, at this point I'm running towards my mother, as I shake her shoulders and try to check her pulse she began to cough up blood she was shaking so hard I lifted her up to stop her choking on her blood.
But then my father noticed that I was in the room so he grabbed my arms and pulled me by the wrists. I could smell the alcohol "your not meant to be alive, your nothing but a burden on me so was your mother" he says after this he plunged his knife into my chest, missing my heart by a couple of centimetres. Then my flashback stopped I was sweating and my chest had a lingering pain of where he stabbed me but, then I remember how much my arm is bleeding I look down and I could see parts of my bone and fat tissue it was that deep.I rip off a part of my shirt and form a makeshift tourniquet until I can find bandages. when the gauze is tied I stand up, and continue to try and find a mirror.
I walk over to the cabinet in the corner under the leaky pipe and search through the drawers I didn't find a mirror but I found a small roll of bandage, there wasn't a lot but there was enough, I begin to tie up my arm in the bandage taking off the tourniquet I hold one end in my teeth as I wrap the other end around my wound, doing it as tightly as I can, after I was don't tying the bandage I knotted the two prices together
I thought to myself "at least that's one less thing to worry about" I turn around on the heel of my shoe and walk towards the closet, as I walk In I see a shatter price of mirror. Seeing this I pick it up, trickles of blood rand down the mirror as it cut my finger. But then my whole mood changed, I saw what was in the reflection.
Hi authors note I'm sorry if anyone got slightly or more triggered about what I wrote but I based it off my own experience so I'm sorry once again if that hit close to close to home for anyone.
Dark things out the way I am going to continue this story so don't worry about me quitting. Have a nice day:)
