There was peace and tranquil. It hurt with the blood drying on my face, and my bones had probably cracked and twisted badly, but it somehow felt so relieving and relaxing.

I still couldn't laugh or cry, though. It'd be named suicide then. All that I planned overnight to call it an accident would be washed in vain if I laughed and expressed relief.

I wanted to cry in pain, but that would've woken up my entire family at night. That was the one thing that I never wanted.

A small memory hazily came to the front of my mind as if I was living it again.

I had just woken up as my mother yelled about us being useless... again.

I sighed, sat up, and scratched my head, wondering if it would be different if I was deaf or maybe dead.

I stood up and realised the state of the room was a mess- another thing to hear about between her yelling.

I almost chuckled and went to the washroom.

It was a normal routine somehow. She'd scream and yell in the morning because we'd dropped something or tripped ourselves or talked too loud, and we'd fall quiet and go about doing whatever she wanted.

"Worthless!" Her words sent a sudden jolt in my body. It angered me but I decided to brush my teeth instead.

I spent the next thirty minutes in the bathroom disassociating and cleaning myself up.