Child abuse (short story)

The cracked clock ticks twelve as i sit in fear waiting for my drunk father to come busting through the door. Only seconds later, he comes to me in rage clenching a cold beer in his big hands. He asks me why I'm not in bed, a slap in the face for not following his rules. My tiny body hits the ground as he thrusts his fist at my head. I get up, run down the hall to my cold, empty room. Laying on the hard floor, cuddled up in my scratchy baby blanket that i grew out of years ago. Just as I'm falling asleep, daddy busts into my room yelling, screaming, swearing. Telling me that I'm a worthless son of a btch. He picks me up by the neck, throws me toward the window so hard that i crash through it into the freezing snow. I try to stand but before i can, he's there again burring my face under the snow. This time when i get up he's gone. My face is frozen, my body is bleeding. All I'm wearing is a torn up teeshirt that mommy gave me right before her death, and the same pair of underwear I've had on all week. I'm only five, doesn't daddy see? Sirens buzz through the night. Someone picks me up, wraps me in a blanket. It's too late. I'm numb, I'm dying. My body turns color, my teeth shatter, my heart stops.