Shaking under their wrath. They hit and hit in an infinite loop. Arms are a robotic glitch. Yells go past my room. Blood starts to leak out from my head. The club they hit with, is stained with tears, blood, and regret.

Why did it have to come to this.

I didn't want to show them fear or pain, so I held my tightened ball position. They were mocking me. They wanted me to be a weakling....the exact opposite of what normal parents would teach their kids to be.

They left me hungry. I hallucinated food in front of me. I tried to grab it, but it vanished before my tired eyes. I looked at where the food was in awe.

Please tell me this horrible life will end.... I thought deeply.

Just...please...before I pass out trying...dead on the floor.