My name is Harry Potter. I am going through hell right now. My father or as I would like to call it - "Frankenstein" comes back home and hurts me every day. I wish my mother was here. I wish I could listen to her voice. But the fact is, my mother is not here. And the monster is going to be home anytime now. It's getting close to 7 PM and I don't know what he is going to do to me today.
Every day I crawl underneath my bed waiting not to hear the footsteps of a monster climbing towards me. I don't know why he does that to me. I'm only 11 years old, yet every day i go through the same torture. It is like he has to vent his anger on someone. Just because you get treated like shit it doesn't mean you give it to other people too. Unfortunately, my father does not understand this.
Oh my God I can smell the alcohol. He's already here. I could listen to the footsteps approaching me. It's as though he wants to hurt me till midnight.
"Come on boy, and out of your room", shouted the monster.
"Didn't your mother teach you to be a good kid. Now behave like a good kid and prepare supper".
I'm literally a slave to him. I have to even wash the dishes after the monster is done with his meal. Every day between seven and nine I have a moment of peace. Because he doesn't start drinking yet. The moment clock hits 9:15 his voice begins to change.
"Come close to me"
I really couldn't tell you how it felt like but what happened next made me feel miserable. He slapped me on the right side of my face. I felt like I'd lost a set of teeth. It felt like a bolt of lightening hit me. And then he followed it up on the other side of the face. I was bleeding from inside of my lips.
So I cried, "Stop !".
I don't know why he does that. Every day he has to hit me and witness at least one drop of blood gushing from my face. Then he felt satisfied.
Today, I was happy that he did not break any glass or dishes. As usual he got wasted and slept on the couch. My face was burning with pain. I've started to make this slow climb towards my room.
I miss my mother so much. I wish no child goes through what I'm going through right now. I don't have a lot of friends at school either. No one really talks to me in school. Not even Amber. She is this girl of my dreams. I had never seen such a beautiful object before. Her smile has awlays been secretive. It's always been hidden. It's like she's hiding something. But she's very innocent and she's the only girl who would talk to anybody. She treats all the boys the same way. I've never seen a sweet thing like that in my whole life. But I must say that she has an excellent body. Even she doesn't like me. I feel alienated from everything that's happening around me. I don't know what I did to deserve this.
Every time my father beats me up I feel a volcano erupting inside of me. I'm trying to control it but he's only making it worse. Why doesn't he understand that - if he simply loves me I could be so much better. But I don't feel like hurting others. I'm always thinking what I did to deserve this kind of treatment. Everyone in school thinks that I'm a weird person. Some people think I'm ugly.
Every time my father beats me up the anger inside me is exploding. I'm not able to do anything right now but I promise you one day it might explode. Having said those words it is close to 10:30. I always look out the window at this moment of time because I could see the Roy being tucked in. Parental care is excellent for Roy and by the way Roy still little kid next door. His parents kiss him multiple times before they leave him. They even leave a set of toys surrounding him which facilitates a heavenly sleep. I wondered what it's like to be like Roy - to have loving parents and toys surrounding you when you close your eyes to sleep. When you close your eyes you enter a world of fantasy which puts you to sleep in a heavenly alignment. I wish I could be Roy at this moment but I'm not. I am Harry Potter - the pathetic loner who has an alcoholic father and an absent mother. Why did she leave me. She's the most beautiful thing I had. She was the pillar of support for me. I wish my mother was here even as a ghost.