When he left me his words shot through my heart and they stung more than any beating I've ever endured. They didn't go away though, like a bruise or broken bone or red imprint of a hand on my skin. They stayed like a tattoo inked permanently across my heart. Nothing was just said and done. Well yeah, he said the words and we were done but it was not over with. At least for me...
My life consists of two main things, hiding and being found. Laying low works for a while. I finally get my life back together, all the puzzle pieces placed back creating the image of what I want my life to be. Everything always feels normal again and thats always when my life crumbles a part. Its like I forget about my reality. I forget that my family is dead, I forget that my legal "guardian" if he could even be considered a guardian is a raving drunk and abuser. Its when I remember what happiness is and thats the moment that always crushes me. It crushes me because I know its not attainable. I forget that people are out to hurt me, they're out to make my life miserable. So I've learned to trust nobody. Ive learned how to keep my head hidden in school and to get by. I learned which concealer masks the bruises the best and I learned which sneakers let me run the fastest. So when I finally make my way home for the night, he stands waiting, belt and drink in hand. Its always when I return home that no matter how hard I tried to keep that puzzle in tact, one piece always falls out and leaves the perfect picture distorted.
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Two Roads
Teen Fiction"Two roads diverged in a yellow wood and I-" I paused, I choked. Two roads. Im at the fork of these roads and I have to make a decision. My eyes clouded with tears while my head buzzed with anxiety while I searched for an answer. "I took the one les...
