Fell!goth's POV

    I wake up, pain serging throughout my body. The bruises from my last beating visible and shivers running down my spine. I look over to a small cheap clock with wires coming out of the cracks on my bedside table. 9 am it read as it sparked a couple times.
    I groaned and slowly sat up, meeting the dark and empty room before me. My bright red shirt stained with splotches of blood. I land my bare feet softly to the ice cold wood floor as I stand. The room felt colder, a shiver running down my spine again.
    I grab the cloak hanging by a rusty hook in the corner of the room. I wrap the fiber cloak around me snuggly and button up the chest. I grab the scarf hanging on the same hook and fold it gently around my neck, getting slight warmth from the heavy clothing. The boots underneath the hook lay flatly as their bright red color was stained with the dark red color of blood. I sit on the side of the bed and slip them onto my feet, the inside as cold as ice.
    I stand once again and head toward the door in a hesitant manner. I hesitantly grab the light switch and flip it on with a click. The sound of shuffling and angry stomps headed this way. I tensed up, ready to be stricken by which ever parent, most likely my father.
    The door slammed open before me and revealed a very displeased father. A pain arose in my cheek as I realize that i've been slapped. "Your finally awake, get to your chores before I give you another beating" I nodded and walked past angry death sorrowfully​. I walk down the narrow hallway to the living room and meet my mother on the couch as he laid on the arm.
    "Look whose finally awake. Go do your chores, mistake" mom groaned while he switched through the tv channel's. I ignored the rude comment and go into the kitchen. The kitchen sink was filled with dirty dishes, the floor stained with my blood. The counter was a dark marble as the cabinets above were a dark wood color.
    I sigh and grab the gloves at the corner of the sink. They were black. I slip them on and start to clean the dishes quickly. After an hour of cleaning, stomps of my dad could be heard as something suddenly smashed. I lay the plate into the sink and walk to the rim of the doorway.
    I see my parents arguing with each other. I stay hidden in the kitchen and quickly walk to the bathroom. I run inside and lock it when the yelling got  louder as it rushed to the door as knocking hit the door forcefully.
    "Come out!, you little b*tch!" my father screamed. The way he yelled told me that he was getting drunk again and the stench that leaked underneath the door. I curled in on myself while I sat in the bathtub. The knocking and banging became louder until he gets distracted by my mother.
    They shout at each other and go their separate ways, forgetting about me. I cried into my hands, hoping this torture would be over sooner or later. Hopefully sooner.....

(I made this cause....well....obvious reasons. Why does every flowerfell poth have to have a sad ending!)

(And sorry if its short so far)