Through the dark

"shut it!" my abusive father yelled at me before kicking me in the ribs, I don't know how much more I can take of this, it's killing me..literally! My arms are decorated by cuts, scars and bruises and my body the same. I have to take a chance I have to run...
But what will happen when the boy i run into has chocolate eyes...

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1. flashback

*flashback*

"mummy if theres ever a fire this would be the first thing i'll save." i said sitting on my mothers lap holding a picture, it was a picture on me, her and my father, smiling. it was my first day of school. i was 5. "i would too sweetie" she said kissing my forehead

*end of flashback*

well thats what happened my dad forgot to turn the gas off and lit a candle and everything went up in flames, i did what i said, the first thing i grabbed was the picture. I lost everything in that fire . Including my mother. I remember i was stuck at the top of the stairs as they were on fire, I told her to go and leave me but she said never! 

*flashback*

"just go, leave me" i shouted "never!" she yelled "i love you" i whispered "i love you t-" just as she was about t finish her sentence the ceiling fell on her "mum!" i screamed running through the flames. i knelt down next to the lifeless body covered in burning debris "mum" "mum! wake up" i screamed "mum!" "please" i whispered suddenly a beam fell on my crushing and burning my shoulder. i screamed out in pain before being dragged out of the fire "wait!" i screamed i ran to my mothers body and picked up the picture which was lying next to her hand "i will always love you mum" i said "miss we've got to get you out of here" a fireman said to me picking me up. the last thing i remember was a few men go to where my mom was, and them putting us both into an ambulance, before i blacked out.

*end of flashback*

so thats it really thats how i lost my best friend, my mum. im 18 now, my father became an abusive alcoholic. After she died he takes all his anger out on me, im only ever aloud out of the house when its school, but i hate going, i hate being seen like this, cut, bruised, broken. Its the same at school, i get pushed around just as much, but some how it hurts less. "Jay get down here and clear this up!" my dad yelled from downstairs. my names Jamie but everyone calls me Jay "JAY!" i ran downstairs to see the family picture on the floor covered in smashed glass from the glass frame it was in. "clear it" my dad growled shoving my to the ground. i screamed out in pain as a big bit of glass went into my knee  "shut it!" my abusive father yelled at me before kicking me in the ribs, I don't know how much more I can take of this, it's killing me..literally! My arms are decorated by cuts, scars and bruises and my body the same. I have to take a chance I have to run...

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