Stained Glass Eyes And Colourful Tears

Do you ever get that feeling in the bottom of your stomach? The feeling of loneliness? Now you know how I feel most days. I've never really been entirely happy the whole 26 years of my life. I don't really go out much anymore. Not since everything happened. My story is pretty long so maybe I'll tell you all it.
I was abused as a child, never really had a proper chance in life. So when I met someone that made me feel important and loved, I guess you could say they saved me.
My dad had come home drunk from the pub on night. I sat in my room and prayed to God that it would be a short beating. Oh, I was so wrong. He was angrier than ever this night. He was screaming and cussing as he smashed bottles of beer off of the walls. As soon as I heard him charge up the stairs, I pleaded and apologised for everything. Of course, I had no idea what I had done wrong. I was only a kid. He grabbed my neck and pushed me up the wall, there was a sharp sting on the side of my face and then I fell to the ground with a large thump. I thought I was going to die, no one was there to help me. My mother left because of my father. She didn't want me or herself to get abused anymore so we ran away. Then my father came after us and went to the police, resulting in my mum getting arressted for 'kidnapping' me. She was only trying to save me...
I knew what I had to do. Run. As soon as he walked out the room, presumebly to find something he could hurt me with, I sprinted for the front door. After almost breaking my neck running down the stairs, I finally reached the door which was lying ajar. The careless actions of fathers drunken mind had in fact gave me a chance of survival. I ran and I ran for god knows how long. Until I passed out I'm guessing. I awoke in a hospital room, hooked up to a drip. I had a cast on my wrist, broke from landing on it when I passed out from running. My eyes scanned the room, only to be met with a boy sitting down on the chair next to the bed. He was asleep, his head resting on the side of the bed. He had hair that just went below his jawline and tanned skin. Cute to say the least. I nudged him gently, trying not to frighten him when he awoke.
"Hey..." I asked quietly.
His eyes began to slowly open and he turned his head to look at me. A gorgeous smile that could melt your heart began to grow on his face.
"You're awake" He said, his eyes were a beautiful brown. " I'm Vic."

Notes

Sorry it's painfully short. It's my first fanfic so please tell me if you would like me to continue. c: Thanks.! <3