Sounds and Whatnot

Crack.

CRACK.

CRACK.

"This will teach you, you insolent boy!"

I cried harder as the belt kept coming faster and harder.

"What did I say about using your freakishness, eh?" Uncle Vernon growled above me, "those freaks should've never left you at our house."

Freaks? There are others like me? Where are they? It sounds like they know me, why haven't they saved me yet? Don't they like me either? Is that why they left me here?

The belt came down on my back again. I whimpered, losing my voice after a long time of crying. Then, he spat at me and left me on the kitchen ground.

Ew.

As if being spanked at wasn't enough, he had to dirty me with his spit. How unsanitary. Sometimes I think his bodily fluids is just greasy whatnots.

I wiped away my tears and slowly got up wincing. I can feel blood dripping down my back. This sucks.

I went outside the garden and sat down. Fresh air breezed through the holes of the shirt from the belts. Shit, that stings. At least no one's ordering me to do anything right now. Thank God for this small mercy.

I don't really know how I turned my teacher's hair a different color, I just... did.

I sighed, I should probably stop overthinking about it. I'm a freak, that's enough of an explanation.