Just the very first bit of my book called Trauma:
Chapter 1
My heart was pounding.Tears streamed down my face. They were fighting, as usual. I heard the front door slam. I looked out the window and saw mum pace down the drive. She looked up and I tried to hide but she saw me. Through tears I mouthed "I love you mum," and ran to my room. I dived onto my bed. Was this the end? Had mum and dad finally split up? Part of me wanted to go downstairs but the other part wanted to stay up here and cry on my bed. I cuddled my cat Tibbles and prayed that I would get a happy ending. A few minutes later there was a thudding on my door. I jumped and sat up. My dad came storming in, his face a picture of rage. "Why were you born?!" he yelled at me before his gaze landed on my hair straightners. They were on and heated to the max. He picked them up and grabbed my hand. I pleaded for him to stop but he wouldn't. I yelped with pain as the steaming hot irons burnt the tips of my fingers. The skin was begining to peel off and they were throbbing and red. The more I screamed the harder he squeezed. Finally he tossed them to the ground and turned on his heel and walked away.
Chapter 1
My heart was pounding.Tears streamed down my face. They were fighting, as usual. I heard the front door slam. I looked out the window and saw mum pace down the drive. She looked up and I tried to hide but she saw me. Through tears I mouthed "I love you mum," and ran to my room. I dived onto my bed. Was this the end? Had mum and dad finally split up? Part of me wanted to go downstairs but the other part wanted to stay up here and cry on my bed. I cuddled my cat Tibbles and prayed that I would get a happy ending. A few minutes later there was a thudding on my door. I jumped and sat up. My dad came storming in, his face a picture of rage. "Why were you born?!" he yelled at me before his gaze landed on my hair straightners. They were on and heated to the max. He picked them up and grabbed my hand. I pleaded for him to stop but he wouldn't. I yelped with pain as the steaming hot irons burnt the tips of my fingers. The skin was begining to peel off and they were throbbing and red. The more I screamed the harder he squeezed. Finally he tossed them to the ground and turned on his heel and walked away.