words//phan

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I reach school the next day, barely able to walk.
My dad drank more than usual last night, and got pissed at me for coming home late.
So he hit me.
And hit me.
And hit me.
Until I passed out.
I woke up this morning on the cold floor, next to me was a small pool of my blood.
My head ached, and I couldn't move my left hand.
I still can't.