You Found Me

Description

I was all alone. I was isolated in a whole new different world, not being able to escape for ages. However, you found me and I can't thank you enough.

Foreword

                I watched as the two people before me argued, giving each other a blow across the face every ten or fifteen seconds. I crossed my legs and brought them up to my bosom, wrapping my arms around them whilst screams sounded through the small, worn out apartment. Dad ruffled his hand through his fair messily and roared, causing my mom to shake with temptation to slap dad once more. Beer bottles, porcelain dinnerware, and lamps were thrown, landing on the floor in shards of all shapes and sizes. I was afraid – very afraid – for I had thought my parents will always be loving and kind as they were since I was a pupil. My assumptions were wrong, seeing the scene unfolding right before my eyes.

                 Stretching out my limbs, I stood up and tried to stop their controversy of who knows what, only to be shoved down by a pair of hands. Tears threatened to fall down any time soon. Those hands, the hands that used to caress me so lovingly had pushed me down – my mother’s hands. Dad screamed at mom, telling her that she was a lousy mother for hurting me. I looked up at mom with eyes glistening with tears, but she only sent a glare my way. She scoffed, screeching at him that she didn’t care about his statement and she can hurt again if she wanted to.

                  Before I can process every hurtful word into my brain, I felt a sharp pain shooting through my ribs and lungs. I coughed heavily, trying to breathe as she howled with laughter, kicking me one, two, three times more. Dad growled lurching onto mom and choked her. His moves didn’t do any good when mom pulled out a pocket knife. I wanted to scream at dad to run away, but my lungs prevented me from doing so. Instead, my throat only managed to let out a small gurgle. My eyes rolled backwards, my ears popped, and my body went limp after severe shaking. The last thing I heard before everything went black was the sound of a knife piercing through skin and an ear-piercing shriek coming from dad.

                   That was how I closed my heart to the world, my life, my everything.

This short story has no names or whatsoever, so you can imagine the characters as whoever you want he or she to be. This is a fantasy story, so don't get too confused when something unnatural occurs.