Note-I wrote this story a few years ago, things might be out of date

Little girl don't you forget her face
Laughing away your tears
When she was the one who felt all the pain

Chapter 1

She stumbled into her house on one foot and made a lot of noise, as she fell onto the rough carpet and grazed her knees. Her head was still spinning and she started to laugh as she pulled herself up. She continued to walk inside the house like a toddler who hadn't learned to walk yet. In her hands she still had hold of the empty vodka bottle, and swung it around as she walked. She didn't care about her father, he wouldn't be home, and he never was. As she walked into the kitchen she poured up a glass of water, which she split a little and sat down at the table. Her head hurt and she rested it on the table, thinking about how messed up her life is. Glistening in front of her was a small mirror, and it caught her eye as she looked up and picked it up. She couldn't bare to see the person staring back at her, what a mess she thought, just like everything else around her. Her eyes were bloodshot, and her mascara was dripping beside her eyes. Her make up was smudged, and the bags under her eyes was darker then ever before, she brushed her dark hair out of her face and then called out in a rage as she smashed the mirror with her hand.

"I hate you!"

She chucked the tiny innocent mirror across the room, and looked at her hands, which were dripping with blood. She didn't feel any pain in her hand, only the pain around her, growing inside her head, growing stronger. She felt so angry at her life, angry with her mother for leaving her alone with him. With her blood soaked hand she ran them down her face screaming at the top of her lungs but nothing seemed to come out. She stared at the empty vodka bottle that lay on the table in front of her, and she didn't have the courage to even throw it away. She blamed everything on the bottle, for her shitty life, and for her father's behaviour, and even though drinking was a cure to her problems for a little while, it still managed to be there when she woke up, nothing could ever change it. She stared for a while, just wanting to smash the bottle into a million pieces, hoping it would make everything better, but even she knew that it wouldn't. She sat in silence for a while thinking, until she heard the door creak open and then she panicked.

"No, not now"

She didn't want him to see her and she didn't want to see him. She couldn't control her anger as much as he couldn't control his especially after she had just downed a whole bottle of vodka. So as she heard him stumble in from the pub, she crawled under the table and hugged her knees and prayed he wouldn't find her. As she hid under the table, she gritted her teeth and she heard him stumble into the kitchen. She could smell his breathe of beer and the huskiness of his voice as he breathed. She brushed away a strand of her hair, her hands still bloodstained and sore. His foot came under the table, and May shuffled back. Luckily he didn't hear her.

"May! Are you up!" he strummed as he wobbled around the kitchen.

She prayed he would just go to bed; she didn't want him to visit her room and find her not there, he would tear down the entire house to find her. She closed her eyes hoping when she opened them, it would be morning. She jumped slightly as he banged his heavy fists on the table above her head. Those hands she remembered too well, and he roared like thunder when he saw the empty vodka bottle on the table. May then wished she hadn't left it up there.

"May!"

But he was too drunk to realize where she was and this time she was glad he was drunk. He knocked the bottle onto the floor, before stumblingover every step to get up the stairs, making so much noise that she was glad that they didn't have any neighbours. She sighed in relief when he was finally upstairs, but May still didn't dare to come out from under the table, not until she was sure that he would be asleep. She carefully clutched her hands into her chest, as they were hurting now unlike before. The blood on her face had dried up and she could feel it as she rubbed the side of her arm across it. She was feeling cold now, and she shivered sitting in the darkness alone. Staring at the empty bottle, this was the moment May was determined never to touch another drop every again.