Everchanging Life

    There was an eeriness in the air that surrounded me as I was walking home from the library on this cool October evening, like I knew something terrible is about to happen but I couldn't seem to put my finger on what that could be. The library was not far from my house, maybe a nice ten minute stroll. The fallen leaves crunching beneath my feet as I took step by agonizing step towards to my house. When I reached my street, I could hear the yelling and slowed my pace even further, prolonging the inevitable. I couldn't make out what is being said between my parents but they were indulging in yet another screaming match. When I reached the front porch, I put the key in the door and slowly turn the knob, making my way inside as quietly as I could, trying to make myself invisible to my parents so they didn't turn their anger towards me. I headed straight for the stairs when I heard:     "AND WHERE THE f**k HAVE YOU BEEN, WYNTER?" my father shouted. 'Well, so much for quiet and invisible' I thought to myself as I turned back around, away from the steps, to face my father.     "I only went to the library dad." I said softly, the last thing I wanted was to anger him more. "I wasn't gone long and I told mom I was going there earlier."     He walked up to me, coming so close to my face that I could smell the alcohol on his breath before grabbing my dark brown hair, and painfully pulling my head back so that I could look him in the eye before saying, "I don't give a damn what you told your mother. I am the king of this castle and you cant even breath without my say so, is that clear?" I rolled my eyes because I knew he was so drunk he would barely remember this conversation, let alone the fight with my mother, but apparently that was the wrong move because the next thing I knew he said, "You ungrateful little b***h!" and slammed my head against the wall behind me. I was more shocked then frightened at this point, it was the first time he had hurt me. But my shock quickly turned to fear as he, still gripping my hair tightly, slammed me into the floor and kicked my stomach. My mom screamed and tried to pull him away from me but he merely pushed her to the floor and told her "I'll deal with you later." He then proceeded to kick me anywhere he could: my arms, my back, my legs, my stomach. I tried to protect myself, moving my arms above my head and hunching over so he didn't do serious damage to my ribs or internal organs, but that seemed to anger him more. He grabbed me by the arms and lifted me up like I weighed nothing at all, and at five foot four and one hundred and fifteen pounds, I suppose I didn't. Not to a giant like him, who stood tall at six foot seven and was all muscle. He then proceeded to punch me in the nose so hard I knew it was broken as soon as his fist made contact with my skin. He punched my jaw then grabbed me by the neck when I doubled over in pain from it all. He held my neck so hard that I started seeing stars. I wanted nothing more than for the pain to go away and when my vision began to fade, I welcomed the dark obis with open arms as I faintly heard sirens in the distance. Then there was nothing... only darkness.