【自留】Fallen From Grace by V(3)

"You know exactly what I'm talking about." He says, standing up. Oh God. I start walking for my room, but he takes me by the shoulder. "And you won't, this time, will you?" He says. I shake too much to speak, hoping that if I say nothing he'll let me go. He kneels down and whispers in my ear. "Will you?"
"N-," I stammer, before he takes me by the ear, "N-no," I blurt out, "Please-," a brutal weight slams the back of my head sending me to the floor where I ball up, my hands clutching the back of my head. "Please-," I say, "Please, please, please let me go." I can't hear any movements. I stay deadly still, my lips quaking, struggling to stay as a straight line. The footsteps walk away. I breathe out like wind rushing into a cave before standing up and bolting into my room a few feet away. Slamming the door behind me, I bury myself in the bedclothes, bringing my knees up and burying my eyes in them. I hold them there for as long as I can, clenching my eyes as tightly as I can, before I release. My body stretches out, populating as much of the bed as it can. My breathing goes from rapid and tense, gradually going down, and down, until I breathe calmly again. I sit up, holding my legs close to my chest. I look out of the window to my right, peering through the rain. The golden flowers are still there, glistening in the falling water. The rain is falling gently, almost. The raindrops don't even seem to cause the flowers to recoil or fall downward. They just stand fast, holding themselves high against the blows from above.