Escape...

My stepfather always hated me.

When my mother married him and he
moved into our house , my life became a
living hell .

He found fault with every little thing I did and was constantly
shouting at me and calling me names.

In his eyes, I could never do
anything right.
Pretty soon , all of the chaos at
home
began to affect my schoolwork.

I found it
impossible to study and my
grades started
slipping. At the dinner table, I
was so
nervous that I hardly ate a thing.

I
gradually withdrew into myself
and stopped hanging around with my
friends .Things began to grow worse and
worse . I became my stepfather ’s punching
bag . He started beating me at the
slightest excuse.

He was a strong man and I was
too small to fight him off .
Each punch and kick he delivered hurt me emotionally as
well asphysically . It wasn' t long before Iwas
diagnosed with depression and
the doctors
put me on medication .

Through all this , my mother stood
by and refused to intervene .
She chose her new husband over me .
That hurt me more than anything else .
I gave up hope and prayed
for the day when I could escape.
One day , I couldn't take it anymore and
ran away from home.

I made it as far as
the city , when the police found me and
brought me home . When they
took me
back to my house ,
my stepfather was
standing at the door waiting for
me . His face was twisted in anger and rage.

As soon as the police left, he turned to me
and said,

“ Did you think you could
escape?”

That night, he beat me twice as bad as
before.
I cried myself to sleep,After that ,the violence escalated .

Every evening when
he came home from work, I tried to avoid
him , but it was no use. He began
inventing excuses to beat me.

I never understood
how anyone could be so mean and cruel .
It seemed like it was all a big
game to him .
Each time he hit me , I could see
how much he was enjoying it . My body was covered in bruises and it hurt to breathe .
Eventually, he went too far.

One evening , he beat me so badly that I
couldn' t move .
I just lay on the
floor of my bedroom ,staring at
the ceiling.
I didn't know it at the time, but I was bleeding
internally .
My mother begged him to bring me
to hospital , but he just ignored her .

He said I was faking it.

During the night,
I lay on the floor of my bedroom, moaning in
pain and slowly slipping into
unconsciousness .
The next morning, my mother came in to check
on me, but by then, I was already
dead .

Time passed…

I don ’t know how much time
passed…
Suddenly , I saw a bright light .

I heard a voice announce, “ It’ s a
healthy
baby boy !”

I started crying loudly.
Slowly, ever so slowly,
I opened my eyes. A man and a woman were staring at me .
They were smiling from ear to ear .
The man leaned down and
touched my cheek .

In a gentle voice, he said,

“ Did you think
you could escape?”

Reviews

[Avery]

This...was really amazing. It hooked me as the story felt so personal, so real, with just the right amount of details. Definitely written better than the average abuse story. The ending really speaks out in an abstract but also surreal way and makes you want to believe so hard that it isn't true. Send a chill down my spine! Thanks, I really enjoyed the read :)