Part 1 of a story?

She glared sharply at me. I felt as if icy cold daggers pierced my throat as I swallowed my words in fear. Within a second, she struck. With a crushing blow, I plummeted to concrete floor that too, did not offer any sense of comfort or refuge. I clutched my head in agony, wishing the pain would efface. But it didn't. Hot tears blurred my vision as I watched my stepmother screamed at me in frustration before storming out. Laying sprawled on floor, I quickly gathered and steadied myself with the help of a fallen chair. I swayed my way to cupboard and threw my clothes into my school bag, along with whatever money I had saved if an occasion like this was to occur.

Tonight, I will run. Whatever it takes, wherever I may have to go, I will go. This chaotic place is no longer what you can call a home ever since Father left me alone in this wicked world to fend for myself...