A/N: I could hate myself over the bitterness of this.... It's just a spur of the moment randomness.
Beware, the results of one too many SetoJou fanfics....
He brought the side of the shovel down on my shoulder, slicing through skin and crushing bone. Blood flew out, warm against my face in the cold winter night. I was against the wall now, with no where to run. I could only turn back to him, to the man I called a father, and watch him bring the shovel down onto my head.
Heavy blows landed on my back, each one twice as painful as the last. I kept my face emotionless, not wanting to let him know how much it hurted, not wanting to spoil his fun. But this made him more mad than ever. He pulled my up by the hair and socked me, repeatedly, in the stomach. Blood flew out of my mouth, staining the white-washed walls. A few minutes later, I laid alone on the sidewalks, a pool of blood surrounding me, body crumpled; to tired to move. I stayed that way, stayed until someone finally had the decency to call an ambulance. Who knows how much blood I've lost? Who knows how painful it was? Who cares?
I was completely submerged in the freezing water. Surfacing, I took a deep breath, just in time too; right before the top of the mop shoved me back down again. My hands and feet were tied together, and the pond was a few inches deeper than how I could like it. I struggled to surface, but in turn, only fell deeper into the murky depths. Everything was so dark, and I was losing my breath fast. Not knowing which way was up, I only swam in the direction that seemed a bit brighter. When I finally surfaced, I had expected him to be gone, but only got a face full of a metal beam. Everything turned black before me as I sunk back into the freezing waters. The only warmth there was the blood flowing down my mouth and nose.
He pushed me out of the window. The last thing I saw was the furious expression on his face, and the millions of shards of glass slicing through my skin before I fell down the four floors to the pavement beneath me.
I woke up, breath slightly uneven. Licking my dry lips, I closed my eyes, scenes of the dream vivid, making every wound on my body ache in rememberance. I laughed, laughed coldly. There were sounds outside the door. So dad's back. Better not go outside...
Seconds within getting dressed, I grabbed my backpack and opened the sliding screen door leading to the balcony. Having made this jump hundreds of times before, I didn't think twice about flipping over it. I landed smoothely, hands touching down gently onto the ground. Standing up, I slapped my hands to my face, then opened my eyes to the bright sun. I smiled, then raced off to school, my bag bouncing in rhythm on my back.