Day 1
He laughed as he raised the knife again. This time, it came down on my chest. Crimson flowed and stained the striped shirt I wore thoroughly. I gasped and bent over. Even though the knife left my skin, I could still feel it pierce through.
I curled up and hoped that I could just die and escape all this misery. But I couldn't. He prolonged my suffering by stopping. He just wouldn't let me die.
One last kick in the guts was enough to knock me out. Darkā¦
When I did regain consciousness, the pain was worse. Despite all that, I got up with great difficulty to wash and change. Somehow, I managed to not fall down the stairs. Woohoo. Go me.
The dried blood was easy to wash off but my clothes were a different story. Oh well. I'll worry about that later. Carefully, I washed the cuts with a damp cloth and bandaged it as best as I could. Aspirin helped a lot too.
Fresh scents greeted me as I put on my school uniform. It could get worse from this point on but I'm used to it.
School. Long, boring day filled with useless lessons. No beatings. Lucky me.
I was greeted home graciously by a punch to the face. That's going to leave a mark.
When I finally reached the Promised Land, my bedroom, I plopped down and closed my eyes without thinking much. But I did remember to count:
Day 1
Punches-24
Kicks-15
Knife slashes-11
School beatings-0
Average
Punches-approximately 30
Kicks-15
Knife slashes-10
School beatings-3
Finally, I analysed:
Punches- below average
Kicks-exact
Knife slashes-slightly above average
School beatings-way below average
So to sum it up, today was a good day.
