Title: Passive
Rating: T
Word Count: 668
Summary: Father was drunk again. Daniel quickly got up from his bed and ushered her into the wardrobe without a second thought.
A/N: I'm sleep deprived, I love Amnesia: The Dark Descent, and thus are writing a little drabble for it. Bloody wanker.
xxx
He was drunk again.
Hazel couldn't help but voice her horror as her older brother Daniel quickly got up from his bed and ushered her into the wardrobe without a second thought. She clambered in over fallen shirts from previous visits and backed her way into the right corner, her small body pressing tightly against the wood as if she were trying to melt into it. The world in front of her began to disappear into darkness as both of the doors were being shut. She shut her eyes tightly and she waited, shivering, for the noises she knew all too well from outside her safety.
Heavy boot steps sounded from the hallway and she turned her head, a soft hitch in her breath as she did so. She kept her eyes firmly closed and placed a trembling hand over her mouth to cover her yelps and gasps at noises that were too quickly becoming louder with each passing minute. The sound of a door being busted open was followed soon after and her eyes opened from both fear and surprise. She was met with a sliver of light from a crack in the door—didn't Daniel shut it all the way? The only thing she could see was the wooden edge of her brother's bed and she wasn't sure if she should lean forward and see if she could see what was happening; a repeat of the kitchen incident would be too much for her to take!
"C'mere you little shit." She heard her father slur in his drunken stupor as he made his way into the room, no doubted heading his way towards Daniel whilst doing so. Hazel could make out the pad of her brother's feet while he presumably inching away from him. Silently, she cheered him on, but this ended quickly after it started once she heard the loud thud of a body being pushed—or thrown—to the ground. If only she could help him!
Hazel couldn't hear anything after that. It was as silent as a morgue. Time passed by slowly and she couldn't help but timidly lean forward. Using one of her tiny hands, she opened one of the doors of the wardrobe a bit wider and was met with the sight of her brother facing her as he lay on the ground. However, he wasn't looking at her as she might have suspected, but rather was facing away and feigning more interest in one of the walls or objects in the room. She couldn't help but notice his usually radiant chocolate brown eyes were now a dull darkness, vacant of their shine. He did absolutely nothing to protect himself against the blows that were being dealt to his stomach and side, and the only thing of his expression that changed was his mouth that would open to let out a soundless gasp at each kick.
Sliding down to her knees, she watched in silence until the last kick was dealt—always the hardest, it made Daniel curl up into slight a ball, his thin arms wrapping around his legs tightly all while his father spat on him and continued the abuse in words. It was at this that Hazel would cover her ears and mentally recite a poem or a story that Daniel had read to her that day until her father was gone, but these thoughts never came. So she simply watched until he finished with another spit to Daniel's face and sundered off downstairs to the kitchen, where he would hopefully fix himself something to eat and head off to bed.
The small girl waited for what felt like a few minutes until opening one of the doors all of the way. She stared at her brother who now stared back at her, his chocolate brown eyes still devoid of their glow even as he smiled.
"I'm sorry... we still have yet to finish the rest of the story. Would you mind telling me where we left off?"
