Sore

Everything was the same ole same. We went to school and we went home. Something wasn't right as soon as I unlocked my front door. I felt the worst gut feeling. We walked through the door and the living room. Nothing. I checked the kitchen. Nothing. I just assumed my gut was wrong. I put Derek in his room to play for a bit while I did homework. As I walk into my room, all I feel is a welt across my lower back. I drop to the floor in excruciating pain. I turn around to look at the person responsible at the same moment I feel three more repetitive welts across the side of my body. I'm screaming but no words are able to come out. They were yanking me by my arm in all directions aiming to hit multiple areas of my body. Feeling my own body being torn apart and open deeper and harder with every hit. I remember my body just numbing all over after the pain became too unbearable. When dying became a factor in my mind, the hits stopped. I look up with my face half wilted to see my mother standing over me with a metal switch. I jump to crawl away from her. She pounced onto my back bring me to the floor. My body badly sore, I couldn't fight. I honestly didn't have the urge to fight for myself anymore. She positions the belt around my throat. I feel my head pulling backwards. I feel her tightening it by the seconds. It was so quick but yet I still felt my life slipping away. And all that crossed my mind was Derek. Slowing losing my sight, barely able to breathe, my head dropped to the floor. I lost the fight and I lost consciousness.