For the prince

Liiigght is buuuuurnin!!

I should be asleep by now but my mother-in-law keeps me awake and she would beat me till´ I´d fall. I am not worth her family at all.

Her fists wake me up. I can sleep one second and that´s when they aren´t in my face. I don´t care if I am bleeding, neither I care for the bigger pain: is it the heart or my head?

Since a few days only I am living in a place called home but I want to go back to the place where I belong. I am not the sin of the family. But who am I? I want to sleep, but I can´t. She keeps me awake and drains my energy.

My hair feels sticky and dirty in my hands and she´s still beating the soul out of me. However, I feel as if I was under water. There´s silence. My reflex abilities are deafened and I am too weak to inspect her movements. Maybe I just haven´t shown my potential, my arms are just hanging down as well as my back tooth - my tooth?! I am waking up now. How much time passed? Who´s that? Ouch, that hurts. The floor feels unfamiliar to me, can I wake up, please? She stops. Her face shows confusion in capital words. She splashes water on my face. The women´s restroom... A lamp is flickering at the end of the hallway. I slowly pull myself towards the broken lamp.

My face hurts and I feel the blood and the tears.That whore in front of me is sweating. It´s a new type of sport she found satisfaction in.

With my arms I reach into the cold air. I am not worth it. Where are my drugs? The phone is ringing, I am too dazed to make out the owner. There´s a man´s voice sounding cold and tired. Tired as I am. “I need her alive, Pat.”