7 cigarettes. I heard a slam so I went up the stairs to go to the bedroom, I decided to join him in his sleep. A few hours later I went home, I said goodbye to Johnathan and it felt like always, sad and relieved. His smell is everywhere, in my car, my house, my clothes, my bed, my furniture, my hands.. Somehow the smell of cigarettes was the only way to end this torment.
My stepmother, even though she left, she's still in my house. The decorations, the cards and gifts she left my mom, her writting on the corner of the mirror. All that Melanie left. Waste of matter, low life scum. I still remember 4 black walls and the smell of shit, those were the days I misbehaved and she took out the bathroom lightbulb. Locked inside, I felt panic attacks crawling up my spine. 2 cigarettes.
5 years of this shit, spitting on my face and choking me, at one point all I could do was laugh at her face while she had her hands around my neck. Mom never said or did anything to stop her, once I ran away and my neighbor gave me away and told my mom where I was. She punched my head multiple times, threw me and dragged me to the bedroom. It got worse from there. Soon I couldn't take showers longer than 10 minutes, Melanie opened the curtains and dragged me to the room, locked me inside naked and wet. Once I was locked for 2 days, with no food or water. 2 years after she and my mom broke up, I met Johnathan.
