My backpack is on my shoulders again. Climbing through the pile of garbage to retrieve it seemed normal. Maybe because I feel like something that needs to be thrown away. But Cadea's words push me forward.
I don't know where to go. My fathers home was the only home I know. And now I realize how weak I am. I look at my arms. My black sleeves are rolled up to my elbow. There are scars. I remember most of them now. One from when he threw me into a chair. Another from a cabinet. my chest hurts too and I find my hand mirror.
Above my heart is a huge bruise. I remember it. Getting struck repeatedly until I passed out. Waking up with bruises around my neck. It seems such a normal thing. But it shouldn't.
I have not cried for years. I've trained myself not to. But now, standing outside, I can't help but cry as I feel at peace for the moment. I look up as water hits my face. The sky is weeping with me. Raindrops fall in numerous amounts, drowning out ever other sound. My sobs hurt, but feel so freeing. I want to cry. I need to cry. All of my broken freedoms are are mending together. I am free.
I don't know where to go. I don't know what to do. And the only thing I want to do is stand here and cry. I look across the street to a sign in a shop window. and nothing could be more perfect. My vision blurs but I read it anyway.
We only regret the chances we didn't take.
But you did take the chance. And you're here now, I tell myself.
I look around. There is no one around, except for the voices in my head. I smile and begin walking through the rain. Part of me wants to turn back. But that's just stockholm Syndrome. If I do, I'll never find my way out again.
ВИ ЧИТАЄТЕ
CADEA
Детективи / ТрилерA girl discovers secrets about herself and her friend in the mirror. She uses her knowledge and power of hope to her advantage as she tired to run from her abusive father.