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I rocked back in forth, hugging my knees, in a dark corner. I willed for the pain to dissapear, for the hatred to dissapear,
for everything to go away. For someone to save me. I don't know how he handles it. How that man who calls himself my father
can hurt me like this. For him to hurt his angel, his little girl, his child. I'm no angel, not to him anyway, and I'm not a little girl
anymore. But I'm still his child. HIS child. He hits me, and causes me pain. He says he hates me, I don't care, I just want this
to end. I want to get away. I don't know what day it is. Not until September 1st, when I go back to school and try and hide the
bruises and wounds he has inflicted upon me. Just when I begin to heal. When I don't have to be so self conscious, and can
dress a little more like I want to. Then I am cast off, away from school, back home to my father.
"Lily?" A ruff voice echoed throughout my empty room. I whimpered, but oh so quietly, and closed my eyes, bit my lip and waited.
"Lily?God-damnit, child, answer me!" He yelled. I reached my hand out into the light, to show him where I was, and whispered,
"I'm Here..."
He stood up a little bit straiter, a smile covering his face. I sighed heavily, and pulled myself up and into the light. I stood, like a fragile
wall flower, wanting to become invisable.
"Get your fucking things together. It's September 1st." He threw some crumpled hundred dollar bills at me. I waited until he left before picking
them up.
I then, very quickly, threw my things into my trunk, and put the money in a small pocket on the side; before pocketing my wand and
throwing an emerald green cloak over myself, to hide the my apearance. I was lucky he hadn't thought to hit my face...yet.
I then proceeded to walk down the stairs, which was difficult, seeing as my father tripped me as soon as I set foot on them.
I tumbled down the staircase and landed with a THUMP on the floor. Even before I could realize what had happened, my trunk fell onto my
chest, making it very difficult to breath. It took me awhile to catch my breath, and when I did; I finally got up, only to realize my mistake.
My father's smile was inches away from my face, I could smell his awful breath; But I knew he was not drunk.
His fist raised into the air, and hit my face with a crack. I crumpled onto the hard floor.
I heard his laugh.
My mind was swept blank, yet I had not died.
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At this point, It's a oneshot, But I shall continue it, If someone asks me to.
...ShAdOw...