Yeah. I'll explain at the end. Maybe.
Bombalurina's P.O.V.
I cowered in the back corner of my room, trying to keep my crying quiet. The last thing I needed was for her to notice me. Mom had gotten into one of her 'moods', as she'd told me to call them, again. Basically, it just meant she'd gotten really emotional or something and started drinking. I mean, really drinking. This wasn't the first time it had happened. But before, she hadn't been nearly as angry. Right now she was stomping about in a rage, knocking our few possessions down, breaking them. If I had been on the other side of this table, I could've slipped out the window. But of course, I was stuck over here, praying she wouldn't notice me.
No such luck. She whirled about, and her eyes locked with mine. "You!" She screamed, along with a string of insults I probably shouldn't write here. She reached for one of the empty alcohol bottles beside her. I stood up, planning on jumping out the open window. I'd used it as an escape route before. I slid across the table, planted my feet on the ground for a moment, then swung outside.
Pain. Unbelievable pain. She must have hit me. I reached up to the side of my head. There was glass in my hair. I started to run, knowing there was no way I was going back home. It wasn't my home. It really never had been. I ran into something solid. A person. The tears were still flowing - not just from fear anymore, but from anger and pain too. I ducked around whoever it was, my vision going black because I hadn't had a real meal for months, and there was blood flowing from wear the glass in the bottle had cut me.
I ran blindly, my worn sneakers pounding the pavement. I didn't know where I was going, and I didn't really care. Nowhere could possibly be worse than the place I'd just left.
Someone -or something, rather- grabbed my arm. "Woah, chill." It was a girl's voice. Her hand felt fuzzy. "I have to get you back to my mom."
She led me back down the street. I was too weak and confused to argue. She was muttering something under her breath. I only caught and understood half of it, parts like, "Of course. She had to choose tonight..." and, "The one night I'm not at my post...". I made out a white house in front of us. The girl opened the door.
"Mom! I got her! You were right!" A woman with what looked like orange hair came down some steps in front of us.
"Etcetera! She's hurt!"
"She was like that when I found her!" Etcetera - the girl- protested. That's when everything went dark.
[A/N] Mmm. A little darker than I wanted. Oh well. I... think I'm not going to explain anything right now. ^.^
