ABorealis

WARNING: HAS SOME SWEARING, IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT, DON'T READ, IT'S NOT ROCKET SCIENCE. DIFFERENT ENDS IN DESC. You ran as fast as your short legs would take you. In one hand, you clenched onto your stuffed cat desperately, in the other hand, you cupped the slash on your cheek that bled persistently. Tears stained your face, but you had no time to wipe your eyes. Not far behind your drunken dad chased you. At the age of four you shouldn't have been able to tell he was drunk, but you had seen it far too many times not to know. The mark on your cheek began to stink, bringing more tears to your eyes. It had been your father who did it, throwing