I've always hated the dark. Ever since I was a little kid, the unknown has always freaked me out. Plus, dark means night, and night, to me, has come to be nothing but pain.
At night, my father would come home. At night, my father would drink until he was lost in his own fantasy. At night, my father would lose all his morals. My body had become his only release. His own personal punching bag and sex toy.
The worst part was I had no escape. No where to go, no way of fending for myself. I was stuck.
On this particular night I could sense that things were going to be extra bad just by the way he slammed the front door.
"MAIL!" His words were slurred, his feet loudly stomping as he made his way up the stairs.
I knew what was coming, and I knew I had no way of avoiding it. Still, I tried. Hoping that he would be so intoxicated he wouldn't be able to find me.
I rushed to get behind my bed, pressing myself against the wall, willing myself to become invisible. It wasn't the best hiding spot, but being a terrified eleven year old boy, it's the first place I could think of.
My door suddenly slammed open, hitting the wall with a loud bang.
I heard my name being called out followed by a few profanities when he didn't immediately see me. I didn't dare move. I unconsciously held my breath as I heard him get closer to my bed.
I was so focused on keeping myself completely quiet that I didn't realize that the movement in my room had come to a complete stop. The agonizing silence continued for a few seconds before I heard a light laugh.
He had found me. Before I could make any attempts at fleeing towards the door I felt a strong hand grab at a chunk of my hair. I couldn't help but cry out in pain as I was dragged out my hiding spot by my mop of unruly crimson hair.
No, not again. I didn't want this to happen again.
As soon as I was completely out from behind my bed I started to lash out. Kicking and flailing my arms, trying to break free of his grip. I managed to elbow him in his stomach and his hold on me loosened enough for me to break free. Immediately, I fled towards the door. For a moment I actually believed I would be able to get away, to avoid another night filled with pain. That belief was quickly crushed as I felt arms grab me around my waist.
Harshly, I'm shoved towards the ground and a rough kick is aimed at my side. He's yelling at me but my mind is too overtaken by fear to comprehend his slurred speech. Beating me, I hope that's all he does to me tonight. But it seems like tonight, nothing is going to go the way I pray for it to.
So instead of fighting back, instead of crying out and pleading, I just stop. I stop everything, fighting, moving, thinking. Everything.
Eventually, it's all over. My father leaves me alone on my floor. I am naked, bleeding, and bruised. I hear him as he makes his way into his room and passes out in his bed. Laying here, I make a decision that will change everything. Slowly I get up, dress myself, and make my way out my bedroom door.
My name is Mail Jeevas. I'm eleven years old. I have been beaten and raped by my father on multiple occasions. This will no longer occur because...
I have just killed my father.
A/N- soooo yeah that's it. The first chapter of my first fanfiction ever. Really hoping nobody thinks it's completely awful O_O
idk how many chapters of this I'm gonna write but I have a basic idea of what I want it to be about :3
anywhoo hope you enjoyed it, or atleast weren't utterly revolted by it *nervous laugh*
Review? Maybe? Possibly? Perhaps?