Pills don't help but it sure is funny

I felt him hit me hard, gulping I fell to the ground covering my eyes and head.
"fuck, man..." I whispered under my breath.
The desire to stand up and tell him to fuck off. I can't, my legs weren't even moving. I try to get in a better position so his kicks wouldn't be as painful. But it is no use, my cheap excuse simply to be. I am in love... like a poisonous snake just had bit me. I couldn't move,
the venom is moving around my body, I just had to wait seconds until it reached my heart. I want it's venom to go away already,
I'm not sure if I want that to be honest, all I want is to not see another day like this.
I wanted it all to end. Yes I am suicidal, but who wouldn't be in a situation like this? Who Could take much more of this old tainted love. Who? Who the fuck could take the pain,
not only physical. The mental pain, who the fuck could? Am I strong if I do this, these questions being bothering me. I felt the burning sensation against my cheek, my head crashing against the cold floor once more.
"like this then?!" Kit growled at me as he kicked me hard in the stomach. Since I was shirtless I could see that it only took seconds before a scarlet red spot on my ribs. Easier said, leaving something that I knew was gonna be a pain in the ass later.
"You're funny.." I whispered but I made a choking sound, sounding like I was dying,
which he found to be quite funny. How much I hated that guy, but he was the only thing that made me feel close to real life. Life doesn't have much of a good reason anymore I saw that he raised his foot ready to stomp at me hard, which he knew was what left the biggest bruise. I put my fists over my eyes, I closed my eyes, got ready, sighed...

The phone rang loudly, I saw him lower his foot as he walked slowly and picked up his phone. I just laid on the floor, trying not to show weakness. Trying not to cry.
"oh shit, yeah it's Kit here" he sighed in the phone, I just tried to make it seem like I weren't listening. "K-I-T, sir" he said trying to sound polite. It left me to giggle, oh... No 'shit' I thought as he looked at me, flipping me off.
I am in trouble, but when aren't I? Just showing my ugly face made him angry. I just miss to remember the days that we were a couple, unlike now. He hung up the phone, I gulped and looked up as he walked and stood right on top of me.
"Playing funny there Frankie boy?" he laughed as he looked straight into my eyes.
I didn't answer, I just hope he won't hurt me.
"Funny, laying around like a fucking ragdoll?",
I didn't answer. I didn't wanna say anything I would regret.
"Frankieee?" He cheered as he smirked.
I felt his foot as it kicked against my face, I yelled out and covered it as fast as possible. "well I have to get some stuff done now," he hissed as he grabbed his jacket. "I want you
and your fat ass out of the place when I'm back." I nodded and tried sitting up, ow... I felt my whole body sting. I sigh and hold my head with my hand and look out of the door as Kit left.
I hurry and take on a washed up Led Zeppelin shirt and put a brown hoodie on, hiding all my bruises and wounds. Black skinny jeans to make it seem like I was skinnier than I already am. Which would almost be impossible because I didn't eat much. I pulled the sleeves on the hoodie a bit up and looked in the mirror. I put a comb through my hair, leaving it to look like I haven't been on drugs for weeks straight. I put on my darkest converse, and headed out.

I headed to the mall, gah how I hated this place, I remember how I used to work at the coffee shop. 12$ an hour isn't that much when you work two times a week. Unemployed almost gave me the same amount of money, if that made sence. I couldn't help but giggle as I saw my old coworkers getting in a fight with a short chubby old man. but the smile went away fast when I saw a couple of girls staring and laughing at me. I went by them fast and sighed as I covered my cheek. Damn.. It hurt like satan. Something caught my attention in the corner of my eye. I look over to see a girl, she had dark brown, long almost down to her hips.
She had a crooked septum piercing making it look like she didn't really care what she looked like. She wore a blue oversized superman shirt.
I caught myself staring a few minutes hearing that she was argueing with someone. I guess that it wasn't a good idea. I saw that it was a comic book store, which people read in.. Obviously. "Oh my good Gerard, can't you get anything done?!" She yelled. Gerard was a rare name I guess, not too many "Gerard's" in New Jersey. I sure didn't know anyone named that. "Well if you didn't fucking put Hellboy in Sci fi section then I'd get shit done!" He yelled, I giggled "well there are alieeens on it!" She yelled back, "no they aren't!" I saw him from the back, wow. He was vibrant, he shine in the room. He had jet black hair, thick eyebrows and hazel eyes. He turn around to look at me. I look away quickly.
"Shit Frankie" I said as I rubbed my forehead.

Notes

I DON'T THINK THIS IS THAT GOOD I'M SORRY BUT YEAH IT'S MY FIRST TIME, GIVE ME FEEDBACK PLS, what should I improve? My grammar might be bad but I hope you understand