3 days in a row without my capsules, and this happened.


I was just sitting there. What was I doing there? Just sitting there. I said something. What did I say? I said something. My dad roared. Tension rose. The whole place went silent. I kept my silence. I said something again. Again? I said something again. He roared again. He came charging into my room. I was there, watching it all happening in slow motion. His fist curled, elbow bent backwards and he slammed his knuckles right into my left cheek. I went ice cold but in that process that lasts around 20 frames. I was pretty much alive. My nerves tensed up, veins clogged, heart cringed, brain matter decayed and bones brittled. I was on the floor. Looking downwards. I was okay. I got up. Returned to my seat. I said something. Something. He shoved me down again. Then he pounded me. On my face, my stomach, my chest. Pounded. I coughed. There was no blood. I was sweating. Sweat and tears from my swollen eyes. No teeth anywhere, so that was a good sign. My dad backed off. Still yelling at me. Then silent. I got up. I took up my skateboard and stared at my dad. Not a menacing stare, but a dead one. I just stared. Then roared. I roared at how I never felt happy. I roared at how they never made me feel happy. I roared at how I want to be cured. I roared at how sorry I am. I roared at the mistakes I made. I roared of not knowing what I said was wrong. I roared that I hated them all. I raised my skateboard high, and slammed the deck onto my mom's face. She had to stand there. She had to ask for it.