It's been eight years since she lost someone she loved, six years since she lost something she didn't wanted to lose, five years since she was with someone she didn't wanted to be with, seven years since she was looked towards with pity and four yea...
A knock on the door was heard, a pretty woman with dark blonde hair and brown eyes opened the door revealing the face of her smiling husband. The woman reached forward to peck his lips but the man entered the house shouting, "WHERE'S MY LITTLE GIRL?"
Tiny footsteps and innocent giggles were heard and in came a little girl, dark brown wavy hair till knees in a braid, innocent big grey eyes staring at the man and a big smile plastered on her face.
"Dadda," she squealed and jumped in his arms.
"Oomph," The force of the little body jumping at him caused him to fall and the girl to burst into a fit of giggles.
"Ensi-Pensi, you are getting big and Dadda is getting old. Have mercy on this old man," the man said fake crying which caused the girl to still and look at her Dadda's face and giggle because his face was funny.
"Excuse me, missy, why are you laughing and where's my welcome hug? My Ensi-Pensi forgot me?" He gasped.
The little girl whined then smiled and hugged her Dadda. But when she looked at her stepmother's face, her smile dropped, she was scowling at her. She knew that stepmother hated her, but that didn't concern her now because her Dadda always tell her that her real Mama used to love her very much.
Her Dadda was everything for her, a father, a mother, a best friend as well as a teacher. The feeling of home for her was with her Dadda.
Suddenly, the warmth of her Dadda started to fade away. Her Dadda was going far away from her, but she wasn't able to do anything about it.
She found herself in a dark room with tattered clothes, dried blood and bruises on her whole body.
She was walking aimlessly in the dark, looking for her Dadda and his warmth.
She collided with a chest, took a step back and looked who she bumped into. The man had greasy hair and yellow teeth, but what scared her the most were his eyes. His eyes were bloodshot red and he had a creepy smile on his face.
She started running in the opposite direction with him chasing her. She tried to run as fast as possible. When she looked over her shoulder, the girl bumped into someone else. It was another man, she tried to run away from him but a woman blocked her way.
She was trapped. There was no way out. Her legs gave out and she fell on her knees and screamed.
The three of them were laughing at her, calling her pathetic, ugly, weak and how she can't do anything on her own.
"STOP. STOP. STOP. STOP IT," the girl screamed while covering her ears.
The ground beneath her opened and she fell into a pit of darkness while screaming.
Valencia woke up with a gasp and panted for air. It was like, her throat was constricted of breathing, like someone was choking her. She clawed at her neck in hope of getting some relief.
She wasn't able to breathe. Her ears were buzzing, like thousands of bees decided to argue near her ears. She was sweating profusely and was feeling dizzy.
Her heart was beating a million per second. She was able to listen to her heartbeat. She felt like ants were walking on her whole body. Her hands felt like they were covered in blood. It felt like death was calling her, ready to wrap her in its arms.
She was having a panic attack which was normal for her. So she started whispering to herself over and over again while rocking herself.
"They're are not here. They're not here. They are gone Cia. They are not here anymore."
She took deep breaths and that helped her to calm her breathing pattern and the panic to subside, with wobbling legs she went to the bathroom and stood under the shower. The cold water helped her to calm her brain which was racing with different thoughts.
Valencia came out and dressed in an oversized grey hoodie and black jeans paired with her black sneakers.
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She grabbed her iPhone 4 and looked at the time.
5:57 a.m.
She sighed, grabbed her backpack, earplugs and phone and was ready to go to school, but her stomach made a growling noise.
She checked the fridge, grabbed a water bottle, walked out of the house, locked the door and started her journey to her school.
Walking to school with her earplugs in her ears, lightly singing the song and a light breeze caressing her face put her mind to ease.
"But there's a hope that's waiting for you in the dark You should know you're beautiful just the way you are And you don't have to change a thing The world could change its heart No scars to your beautiful We're stars and we're beautiful"
This song always helped her. Music was like medicine for her, curing the bruises, the scars, her mind and body had.
An hour later, her high school appeared. Students were standing in groups, chatting with each other, some skating, some just in the hurry to reach their respective classes.
Valencia's school was not like those clichè schools, where seniors used to bully freshers, Queen bee used to rule etc.
Students used to mind their own business, of course, they used to talk about others and teachers but never dares to spread rumours.
She had no friends whatsoever, most of the people here pity her, and she hates it. Whenever someone tried to get close to her, she distanced herself from them. That's why most of them thought she was a brat or just a troubled child. That was a relief for her.
"Let's start the journey," she whispered to herself and walked towards her locker.
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Hey, beautiful people. Yes, that song is for you. You're beautiful just the way you are. No matter what people say.
Honestly, that song helped me a lot. Like Valencia, music means a lot to me.
Anyways,
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