The storm that raged that night, matched the one that was raging in side of me.
and every time thunder roared, I felt as if my heart would break out of my chest and run away out of fear.
I lay in my bed confused, thinking about the way he died, how cruel he was.
It wasn't murder I thought to myself,
it was self defense. ''self defense'' I murmured trying to comfort my terrified soul.
with shaking body I got out of bed, and made my way to the dark room. I had to make sure he was dead, really dead!.
Slowly and after some hesitation I managed to open the door that squeaked loudly as it revealed half the furniture in the room. looking at his wide opened eyes as he lay on the ground with a pair of scissors stabbing his neck a shiver ran dawn my spine, he lay in the middle of the room just below the hanged figure.
One of the walls was stained with blood, and the crimson color covered the white curtains along with one of the sofas. Blood was still gashing poorly from his neck creating some what of a shallow pond around his body. Everything was so still but I could swear Isaw his dark black eyes staring at me, watching, mockingly as they always used to when he was still alive.
A flash back suddenly took me back to the moment when it happened, he was shouting, yelling at me with all his might that the veins on his neck were clearly visible.
I didn't mind him yelling at me, but I hated it when he hit my mom, she would plead for mercy for long hours, shout, cry for help, but the more she screamed, the more his urge got stronger, and after every time he beat her up, he would drag her by the hair to that room and lock the door. Every piece of my body used to shiver as my mom screamed, then her voice would fade and my step dad would come out, every time with a sick smile that I hated with all my guts ,then leave the house.
Till one day and after he got back from work, my step father went into my mother's room only to find that she had hanged herself with a rope dangling from the ceiling fan, he was so furious that he threw my door wide open and got inside, he started shouting and I didn't realize what was going on, I was only a twelve years old that saw her mom being abused by a monster. All I knew was that i was so scared that i grabbed a pair of scissors and ran to seek refuge in my mother's room.
I got in shouting her name then stopped in fear looking at the hanged body. for a while I didn't move, I couldn't! and my voice failed me, but then I heard his footsteps, he was coming, shouting and threatening.
I didn't know what to do, but I had to do something, hide somewhere, and the best place a twelve year old girl could think of was under the bed. with all the might that was in me i ran and slid under the bed holding the scissors with both of my trembling hands, and a minute later I could hear his footsteps approaching, his breath rising and falling as he came up the stairs, I gathered all the courage I could find with in my soul and launched at him.
A police car whistled from a far snatching me from my thoughts, and I just stood there, looking at the two feeling so numb that within moments, everything around me turned black, and all I could feel was my head hitting the ground.
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