9 years back...

My mum and dad and as well as me are living peacefully. Happily and full of joy. It's about 5:32 but it's daylight savings, or at least that's what I think it's called. Anyway it's daylight savings so it's really dark. Other wise it looks like it'd be about 7:00 which is when I go to bed.

I'm drawing a little picture of a couple of flowers in a field, I'm laying down and I'm using crayons to draw. Mummy says it's better to use pencils but I prefer crayons for now.

"Honey, it's almost time for dinner!" Mum calls.

"Okay mum. I'll finish up!" I call back.

Dad is working in the kitchen with mum to make dinner. I still don't know what we're having yet. I color in the last flower I can do for the moment then I fold it up in squares but I'm not good at doing that yet. I run up to my room and put it in a drawer where I put the rest of my drawings.

I run down stairs and see daddy who is smiling at me. As soon as I get near him he picks me up and swings me around. I burst into laughter.

"Did you like to draw today? What did you draw sweetie?" He asks.

"It was fun to draw today. I drew a garden of flowers." I say.

"Fantastic! You gotta show me later! I bet it looks brilliant!!" He exclaims.

Mummy puts dinner on the table as I can see behind me and daddy puts me down for now.

"Okay. Let's have dinner." Daddy says.

We have dinner and we start to talk about things and such. During it someone breaks down the door and mummy gasps. This weird man has a gun and is dressed in full black. I only know that it's a gun cause daddy fought in the army.

"Stay away from my child and my wife." Daddy says getting up.

I slump down in my chair, terrified. What is daddy doing!?

"I know. I only want you, Barry." He says.

He shoots dad with the gun and my heart starts to pound. Mum screams in terror and he aims the gun at her.
"And I'll shoot you, just for fun." He smirks.

"No, please. Don't hurt me." She pleads as tears slide down her eyes.

That's when I scream. I scream as loud loud as I can which startles the man. I then burst into tears and lie on the ground, hugging my knees. I hear him run away and I see it out the corner of my eye. Mummy races over to me and hugs me tight.

"Mummy. I miss daddy." I cry.

"So do I." She says tearfully.

2 years later...

I'm 6 years old now. It's been 2 years since I was without daddy. We had his funeral which wasn't nice at all. I come home from school and put my bag in my room.

"Hey mum! I'm home!!" I call.

"F***!" She yells.

"That's another dollar for the swear jar!" I giggle.

"F*** THE SWEAR JAR!!!" She growls from where she is.

"Y-your starting to s-scare me now m-mum." I stutter.

She comes up to my room with a beer bottle, something my dad would drink and sometimes he would get what you call drunk. She smirks as she runs her fingers across the bottle.

"That's good honey." She laughs.

"M-mum?" I stutter afraid.

My races over to me and smashes the beer bottle on my side. I scream as I feel glass bits poking me. Mum grabs one of my drum sticks as I love to play the drums and she whacks me with the drum stick repeatedly. I scream in pain and cry, begging her to stop but it gets stronger.

"YOU. ARE. A. AWFUL. CHILD!!!!!" She yells as she hits me.

After a few minutes she drops the slight red drum stick in the ground beside me and giggles. "I hate you sweetie."

She leaves me in my room and I look down at myself. A small blood pile is down on the ground. I groan with every movement and crawl into my private bathroom that dad made me.

I pick out the glass pieces and I take off my clothes, not trying to be weird. XD

I climb into the shower and the water stings as it hits my wounds. The glass is on the ground and blood is seeping from the wounds into the drain. Once I'm finished my shower, I go to my cupboard under the sink and get those woollen cast things.

I wrap it around my side so it goes all around my waist. I wrap it a couple times until it feels tight, so then I tuck the rest of it in some of the side parts.

I grab a towel and put it around me. I lie on my bed and groan as the pain around me still hurts. I look to my right to see my family picture. I took that weeks before dad died.

I stand up and grab it and look at it closely. I'm in the middle while dad is on my right ( your left ) and mum is on my left ( your right ). Dad did the bunny fingers on my head and I have my cat Gizmo in my hands. He ran away when dad was killed. I miss both of them. I hope Gizmos still okay. I put it back on the shelf again and sigh.

I sit back in my bed again and sigh. I wish this never happened. Suddenly I have an idea. Mums gonna abuse me again eventually. She's drunk and all but I got a sick twisted feeling she'll do it again.

I sneak downstairs as quiet as I can and mum is watching tv. She'd be able to see me coming down because she's facing that way but she's asleep which is good.

I sneak into the door which is right beside me for the basement. I open it up and thankfully it doesn't creak. I close it again quietly and get the key which is on the key frame there. I lock all 3 locks and turn the lights on. There's a washing machine down here as well as other washing areas. There's that room and then another room as a basement which me and dad used for gaming since mum didn't like the games we play. I sigh and head into that room.

There's a wide screen tv, Xbox 1, ps4, ps vita on the table over there, a fizzy can machine, a food machine for chips and chocolate, a bed and much more things.

Maybe I can move my stuff in here.

"JADA!!! OPEN THE DOOR NOW YOU SL**!!!!!" She yowls.

I give a sigh of pain and hop into the bed. It's comfy for no one to be using it. It's a queen bed and the sheets were freshly made. But I'll have to make it later on. I don't even know what to do. Mums gonna get me eventually.