Chapter 21

• Storms End
• Groaning, I was coming too and was not dead yet. The pain was agonizing. My lips have become split from me kissing the floor, and the sobs and whimpers were indeed like a grunt now. Moving my body is not happening. My body felt like a semi-truck hit it, and I will not recover from this one. I try to raise my hand to my head and groan at the pain of my ribs and when I touch my head; it is hurting. I jerked my hand back and noticed blood covering my hand.
• I displayed the loss of blood all over the basement floor and I was steadily growing weaker. When I heard shouting again, I felt like I was knocking on the door of death. Hearing fighting, and I closed my eyes tight, knowing that I will not survive another beating. Screams and hollering continued until it got quiet, until I heard footsteps make their way to the basement door.