Melody's POV: A Short Story
Melody's POV:
His fist came with full force and made contact with a deafening crack. Numbing pain shot through me, black dots spotted my vision. I stumbled back a little with the taste of blood in my mouth. Tears stung the corners of my eyes, but I blinked them away as I embraced myself for the next hit.
This has became a daily routine for me, getting abused by my family.
Family means nobody gets left behind or forgotten; but here I am, a living example of contradiction.
Punch.
I saw it coming, but it caught me off guard. I felt a balled fist make contact with my muscle, watching it smash my entrails together like a rogue freight train. I felt blood vessels burst and my diaphragm collapse under the force the fist packed behind it. Oddly …show more content…
As my crumpled body hit the ground, I gasped for air, but oxygen eluded my grasp. My head was swimming as my organs regained their original volume: going from a pancake like mass to their original life-saving state. I somehow managed to roll over and vomit. I silently thanked a higher being that my stomach hadn't come up with the yellow, sticky substance and my dinner. Helpless as a new-born, injured and out of energy, I swear I saw the life pour out of me. I couldn't breathe let alone protect my body from any more damage this guy was willing to deal out.
I heard footstep nearing me then he grasped by my hair and forced me to look at him.
"Stop crying bitch or I will hurt you even more!"
The blank, emotionless expression swept over my face as the realization of the moment gradually seeped in. The fear seemed to rise behind my eyes. Like a caged animal, I laid there. Paralyzed by the tragic feeling of isolation, I closed my eyes and gazed into fields of nothingness. I felt the water creep out of my eyes and quickly wiped it away.
Footsteps started fading. Door opened. It closed.
Opening my eyes, I realised he was gone and I was back being lonely in this room.
How could my own father do this to
His fist came with full force and made contact with a deafening crack. Numbing pain shot through me, black dots spotted my vision. I stumbled back a little with the taste of blood in my mouth. Tears stung the corners of my eyes, but I blinked them away as I embraced myself for the next hit.
This has became a daily routine for me, getting abused by my family.
Family means nobody gets left behind or forgotten; but here I am, a living example of contradiction.
Punch.
I saw it coming, but it caught me off guard. I felt a balled fist make contact with my muscle, watching it smash my entrails together like a rogue freight train. I felt blood vessels burst and my diaphragm collapse under the force the fist packed behind it. Oddly …show more content…
As my crumpled body hit the ground, I gasped for air, but oxygen eluded my grasp. My head was swimming as my organs regained their original volume: going from a pancake like mass to their original life-saving state. I somehow managed to roll over and vomit. I silently thanked a higher being that my stomach hadn't come up with the yellow, sticky substance and my dinner. Helpless as a new-born, injured and out of energy, I swear I saw the life pour out of me. I couldn't breathe let alone protect my body from any more damage this guy was willing to deal out.
I heard footstep nearing me then he grasped by my hair and forced me to look at him.
"Stop crying bitch or I will hurt you even more!"
The blank, emotionless expression swept over my face as the realization of the moment gradually seeped in. The fear seemed to rise behind my eyes. Like a caged animal, I laid there. Paralyzed by the tragic feeling of isolation, I closed my eyes and gazed into fields of nothingness. I felt the water creep out of my eyes and quickly wiped it away.
Footsteps started fading. Door opened. It closed.
Opening my eyes, I realised he was gone and I was back being lonely in this room.
How could my own father do this to