Hey guys! This is my first fanfic! Please read and review but don't be too harsh!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of it's characters, which all belong to J.K. Rowling. I do own Miss Meryl.
The first blow comes to my face, on the left side, on my jaw. It stings and burns, and was powerful enough to knock me off my chair, sending me tumbling down the stairs and onto the ground, where I curl up into a tight ball, my eyes squeezed shut tightly, willing this unending nightmare to be over. The next blow lands just behind my shoulder, hitting the top of my shoulder blade. I curl up tighter. The next hits are to my side. They are from a boot-clad foot. I'm kicked again and again, until I'm sure my ribcage is about to burst, all the while I hear yelling from somewhere above me. I try not pay attention to it. I usually zone out when this happens. Which is pretty frequently. For example, right now, I'm only aware of two things: my existence, and my pain. The pain is never ending, which is why I'm so aware of it. There are times, like right now, when it gets worse. Physically. But really, my pain is always there mentally. I am trapped inside of myself. I am simply drifting along in the void of my unneeded existence. I am alive but I am not living. I am only surviving. But just barely.
I soon became vaguely aware of rough hands gripping me, unfurling me from my protective ball. The hands drag my shirt over my head, leaving me in my training bra. Reality soon starts making it's way back to my conscious thought, and I struggle against the hands as they flip me onto my back, my mouth forming pleas and cries but no sound coming out. A foot crushes me, holding me down. I hear the all too familiar sound of a belt being unlooped. Then comes a crack, then a sharp pain on my back, as my skin is ripped open. Again and again the crack of the belt bears down upon me, as hurtful words tear through my ears and into my mind. I have counted forty-two slices by the time it stops. I am left, bleeding and hurt, in the basement, and I hear sound of the lock being clicked into place before I slip into the peaceful abyss of sleep.