Half Blood

My eyes fluttered open. The sun pierced the bare, shattered window. I glanced around, somehow still wishing this was all a twisted nightmare. Hoping was futile at this point. Nothing ever changed, nothing ever would. Every day was exactly the same. I sighed as I picked up my bag and opened the door, peeking around. Nothing. Thank god he hadn't awoken yet. One obstacle out of the way...For now. I dashed to the door and out of the house before he had a chance to wake, letting out a sigh of relief. That was only one struggle dealt with. I still have everybody at school to deal with now. I walked to school, shoulders slumped and hood over my head. There was always the hope I could get through the day without a scratch. One can hope. Eventually, I arrived at the hell hole others called school. I mean, nobody likes school. But this school just takes it to a whole other level. Even the teachers encourage it...Here, if you're disliked. It's like a prison sentence, one that never ends. Even when you get out of school, you'll leave with trauma. Physical and mental. Eventually arrived, too lost in my own thoughts to notice the group walking toward me. I quickly dashed past, trying to evade them in the winding maze of corridors. But being quick to fail as one jumps from a room, grabbing me, slamming me into the wall. They pinned me there, waiting for the others to catch up. They did, surrounding me like a kettle of vultures. Trish was the first, striking me in the shoulder. Taking a sharp involuntary breath, I managed to stay silent, trying not to give them the pain they so desperately wanted to invoke. She growled as she kneaded me in the stomach. I let out a short whimper, my breath heavy and raspy the group laughing and taunting me. They all took their turns, kicking, kneeing and choking me. Anyone who passed would just join in or laugh and continue on their way. Time seemed to pass slower and slower as I waited, helpless. After what appeared to be an eternity later, the bell rang. Sweet salvation, for now at least. I stumbled to my feet, barely able to hold myself up after their beating mixed with my father's. They kicked me one last time before heading away. Unable to support myself, I collapsed onto the cold hard floor. Lay in pain, I knew no teacher would come to help me; any students would either laugh or kick me again. What choice did I have other than lay here till I could stand again? After a while, I managed to grab a small ledge trying to support myself in any way I could, stumbling out of the school and back home. Hopefully, my father isn't home, and I can just relax for once. I slowly opened the door, nothing. I glanced around before closing the door. Finally, a little peace for once. There was a loud slam followed by footsteps, slowly getting closer and closer to my room. There goes my peace and quiet. The door flung open, my father entering the room. Before I had any time to react, he backhanded me. The cold, damp and hard floor followed shortly after. "What the hell is this?!" He growled before tossing a sheet in front of me. I glanced at him before looking at the paper...My grades...non were even close to passing, but what can you expect? I can't even make it to lessons, let alone pass any tests. "I can go to revision lessons..." I mumbled, stuttering. "You do that and see where that gets you." He growled before walking out and back to the sofa he loved so much. I curled up and pondered about the day to come. There's the new kid to deal with now. Would he be like the others? I guess so...Which means I have another person to deal with at school, more injuries to deal with. How exciting. Won't really make a difference in my life, will it? Plus there's only a year left at school. Then I'll be free from everyone there, it's not like ill see them again anyway. Just one more year.