I woke up to a door slamming.

No.

I pull the covers tightly around me so I can pretend I'm asleep.

My door opens and I hear someone stomping over to my bed. I still keep my eyes closed, and try to keep a steady breath even though my heart is hammering against my chest.

"GET UP!!!!"

Mom yanks on my arm and pulls me up, slamming me against a wall. My ribs feel like they're getting crushed.

I bite my lip to stop from screaming out.

Her face is then several inches from mine. She snarls at me, and spits on me.

I don't move a muscle.

"YOU DID THIS!" She yells, sending a punch towards my stomach, and another, and another.

Then she leaves.

I fall against the wall, and shakily lift up my shirt, finding several bruises.

I crawl towards my desk and take my phone off its charger.

"Derrick, Derrick, please, it happened again. Please help me."

And with that I fall back to the floor, blackness is all I remember seeing.