Silence is Suicide.

Chapter Eight

I vividly remember the first time my parents screamed at me. Believe it or not, my parents weren't always the beasts they are today.

I was only five and my sister wasn't born yet. I was forced into a corner; cringing and crying as they scolded me for things that were not my fault.

"You're worthless! I should have aborted you, you little fuck! This beer tastes bitter, why can't you do something right for once and bring me the right kind!" She chucked the bottle at me. It hit me on the head by my right eye and cut me. I have a crescent-moon scar there, but I cover the ugly thing with hair.

I quickly put my hand over my eye and crawled into my room. She spat on me as i made my way into my room.

I looked in the mirror. Tears and blood dripped down my face and fell off my chin. I grabbed a sock from the floor and stealthily looked out in the hallway. I didn't know where she was so I gulped and booked it to the freezer. I stuffed the sock with ice.

"Where do you think you're going?" she hissed. I looked up with fear in my eyes.

"I... I..." I tried to choke out some sentence but she wouldn't let me finish.

She tried grabbing me, she was too slow and heavily intoxicated. I whacked her with my ice-sock. She screamed a blood-curdling scream as she stumbled to the floor. The adrenaline was pumping through my body. I cannot believe I just did that. I sprinted back to my room. I locked the door and pushed a chair in the way.

My eye was swollen and black. I put the ice on it. I let out a sigh, it was so cold, but felt so nice on the burning sensation by my eye. A few tears escaped my eyes. "Why mommy? Why did you hurt me? You said you loved me..."

Bang! Bang! Bang! My door started shaking. My unhurt eye grew wide with fear.

"Open the door Emerson!" she screamed, I shook violently in fear.

The chair blocking the door tipped, the lock busted, she stampeded in with a fist in the air. I backed into the corner with my arms covering my head and face...