All I could remember that day was the screaming, the yelling, and fist against skin. When I was a child, all I could remember feeling was fear and confusion, now I just feel angry. I'm older now, I understand things much more, but I could never understand how I could lose as much as I have in a matter of minutes. No matter how old I am.
I take a breath and relax my muscles, keeping composure. I was never one to lose it. I knew nothing could ever be enough until I let go of all the hate and the unresolved bullshit, but that's really all I have left.
Being sane is far too overrated.
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Trailing Lacey
RomanceIt started off so simple and poetic, but all too soon she realized who he really was. Follow this story of an abuse survivor as she copes with all of the struggles that follow her everywhere she goes, afraid of what may happen if he found her once m...
