Risky And Complicated, Confused And New

I try and muffle my sobs with my sodden pillow, so my (as usual) drunken father won't hear me and beat me up again for being weak.
The terrible thoughts and memories eat at my brain and tear away all of my happiness making me feel as dark as my 2 am room, which is about the time it is now.
I get sadder and sadder as the night goes on, and one sob too loud my Father comes storming in and beats me up and calls me awful things.
Feeling a little stronger I reach over to my bedside table, still with my head stuck onto my pillow and I grab my Ipod to check the time.
My Ipod flashes on almost blinding me with the sudden shock of brightness, the writing across the screen says 2:36am.
I groan a little too loudly and my Father hears.
"GE' 'O SLEEEP 'OU LI''LE FAG YOU HH-AVE FU-UCKING SCHOOLL TOMORROWW, GE' 'O BED NOW OR I'L BEA' THE SHET OU' OF YER!" My Dad screams, slurring from his 2nd bottle of vodka.
I stay silent and hide terrified under my duvet, and try to close my eyes and sleep, my eyes feel like they're drowning in their tears so I tightly close them to block them out along with the world.

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