I awoke, startled in hospital. Immediately the constant beeping of the machines was covered by my mothers shouting. "He is awake, Doctor, Nurse, Anybody, he is awake!". I couldn't help but smirk at my mother as usual panicking over nothing! I couldn't remember what happened until Nico ran up to see me and I could see the guilt on his face, he tried to mask it behind a smile but it didn't work. I can read him like a book, actually wait, that doesn't work because I have dyslexia and can't read. Well, you see what I mean!
The next day, I went home with a warning that one more knock to the head to kill me. Once I was home I was bracing for a "private chat" with Nico which usually meant a beating but it never came. This continued for about a week, I was starting to think that this could be permanent, that there would be no more "private chats" but deep down I knew it was too good to be true. I was right!
Within the next week, Nico dragged me by the collar from the living room to my room and brought a razor blade from behind his back and begin to cut me. Red blood pouring from the cuts and staining the carpet. My first thought; how can I hide this from my mum, I am going to have to move my bed and come up with good enough reason so she wont move it back.
And again, the cycle of "private chats" and lying to protect begins.