To black everything fades

When her blood is spilt by razorblades

To her face his hand strays

Abusing her with his drunken ways

To her heart the damage is complete

As she is finally beat.

"SLAM!"

I jumped at the sound of the door being forced back into its frame. He was drunk again, and he was coming for me.

 "Layla, sweetie where are you?" he spoke in a drunken tone.

 When I didn't reply, he became nasty.

"You know I'll find you, you dirty excuse of a human. I always do."

Grabbing random things around my room, I stuffed them into the duffel bag I had found buried in my closet. Clothes, my latop, chargers for my electronics, books, pens, pictures of people I love, that kind of stuff. I took my backpack off my bed, and put it on.  Quietly, I creeped out of my room to the back door. Climbing over the fence in the backyard, I walked down the street and made my way to school.