I pull the duvet around me and lull myself to sleep. Cocooned inside it, I cry in fear, as all my senses are unforgivingly assaulted by my childhood demons.

The room is quiet as I lie on the bed. My body is exhausted and damaged beyond belief. The pain of the bruises is justification enough that I may not be able to walk properly tomorrow.

The sound of silence is a beautiful thing. I love the sound of nothing when it’s there.

The banging has long since stopped, and I curl up with my book beside me. I had dropped it down when I ended up reading the same line...