Creative Writing: Elie Wiesel's 'Night'

The Shadow The glistening, white snow fell slowly to the ground outside the window. The distinct shapes of the snowflakes shown; the light from the street lamp seeping through the cracks. The mumble of the heater in the corner of the room; the faint sound of the blood dripping onto the floor were the only sounds. He lay there; motionless. The thuds were entering the silent room once again. The creaking of the wooden floor grew louder and louder. Still the light of the street lamp shone through the window and onto the far wall. The nasty figure walked into the murky room. Only its shadow appeared on the far wall behind it. The boy in the bed was Eli. His tiny eight year old body was red with his own blood. Then…

That morning he had gotten up like any other day. His Dad had
Eli grabbed his face with a little whimper.
“Answer me child!”
“Are you…?” Eli finally replied.
“Yes Eli, I'm your father.”

The ride to the hospital was the worst thing Eli has ever had to go through. He was bleeding out and was in excruciating pain. His arms we cut all the way down, and his feet and legs were sliced. His father was driving slow just to put him through the pain.
Eli’s dad abused him before he disappeared. His mom worked all of the time and he got sick and tired of it. He wanted to divorce her, but she wouldn't allow it, so he left. And never came back.
They got to the hospital and Eli was almost completely out cold. His father made him walk into the ER by himself. Luckily, doctors saw him in the parking lot and came out with a stretcher to help him. They rushed him into the ER and stopped the bleeding. They stitched him up and he started to come back. He was pale and quiet but he was alive.
“Hi Eli. I'm Dr. Whitern.”
“Hi…” Eli said, dragging his words.
“Your father is outside in the car and it seems you are ready to go home. You may be a little drowsy, but just rest and you will recover quickly.”
“Thank