Ich Tu Dir Weh

CRACK, My ribs made that sickening sound as my so called father kicked me in the chest with steel-toed boots. I gasped out in pain but refused to yell or scream. I'm not giving him the satisfaction knowing that he hurt me.
“You are a fucking disgrace!” He yanked my hair and made me face him. After giving me a swift and powerful punched to the face he slammed my head back onto the concrete floor of the basement. My vision went in and out as I struggled to remain conscious. He kicked me in the chest again and left after stomping on my leg. White hot pain started to course through my body as I struggled to get up. Blood pooled around me as I made it slowly over to the stairs that led up to the first floor of the hell hole I live in. I had to grab onto the railing on my way up and I didn’t even make it all the way up before I was shoved back by none other than my mother who then took the liberty of shutting the door and locking it.
I tumbled down the stairs and hit the floor again. My shoulder hit the floor with a loud thud and I my knee hit the floor harder than my shoulder. My thigh had caught on the railing cutting deep into my thigh. I tried to stop myself from hitting the floor but failed and my arm got cut on something. Falling to the floor I just decided to stay and try not to move so I won't injure myself any further. My ears were ringing. My vision was fading in and out.
The pain was the worse thing. White hot pain was rapidly running through my body. The area around my ribs started to throb and ache. My face, knees, and shoulders followed in suit. All of the wounded areas that were bleeding, my head, upper thigh, and arm, seemed to slow and start to stop. The pain proved to be to much and I passed out. A pool of red was the last thing I saw.
--Time Skip--(4-5 hours)
I was woken by a meow. Struggling to open up my eyes I saw a pretty tuxedo cat sitting in fount of me, "Hey Crow." My voice came out ragged and uneven, much like my breathing. Crow butted his head against my face and started to purr. I smiled and raised my hand to pet him with a lot of difficulty. He curled up next to me and fell asleep purring.
Now I know what you're thinking, why am I still here?
Well to answer that question, it's because I can't leave. To be honest I love my parents even though they abuse me. I enjoy the pain, I deserve the pain, I want the pain. I'm just a stupid fuck up that needs to die. No one cares about me and I know that. I could die and no one would shed a tear. I love the pain and the abuse because it how I know that my parents at least acknowledge me. That's all I want. To be noticed and cared about. Yes I do get bullied at school but that's different. The bullies at school are to light and soft with me. They don't know how to punch and kick. Just how to use their words poorly. They call me a faggot. Worthless. Stupid. Fat. Gross. The names go on and on. But who cares? They are right.
"You don't know of pain do you Crow. Only love and warmth." I felt tears run down my cheeks as I talked. I was envious of Crow. He was loved and and wanted. He doesn't know what pain is. I wish I was him. To slip away from all of this would be a dream come true.
I cried and cried for what seems like hours in the dark basement. What did I do that was so bad to cause the world to hate me? That question was the one thing I really wanted answered. I slowly made my over to my corner in the basement that had a ragged thin blanket and some ripped up clothes. I didn't have any nice things. All of the things I had I scraped enough money to buy anything. I was a really skinny boy, you could see my ribs if I pulled my shirt up. I was starved yes but at least I found some food when I snuck up into the house.
Sliding down the wall I grabbed my blanket and fell asleep again, this time with a warm cuddly creature.

Notes

Well? What did you think? This is really just a filler, all the juicey things are in the next chapter.