Stella
"RUN, RUN, RUN" I cry at the top of my voice, gasping for breath with each step I take farther. A rush of adrenaline, fear and somewhat excitement coursing through my veins. A horrified scream from somewhere behind causes my feet to drop dead in their track. Loud heavy breaths leave my lungs as I bend down to catch them. My limbs felt numb from the painful jog. I twist my body and my eyesight is met with my sobbing sister held by my dad, trying to wrestle out of his hard hold. One second I was calling for her, she was just beside and the next she was gone, gone into the hands of the devil himself.
The temperature around me rises about a hundred degrees, the familiar hollowness in my chest beats itself to life. My father's eyes gleam, his smug face and upturned mouth mocking me with all the goddamn times he won. Helpless. That's what I was feeling, helpless. I had no power, everything I had was gone. My hands felt like extra weight which couldn't bear anymore fighting. My head was a crazy ball of useless thoughts, none of them made sense- it was a blur of grief and loss. My heart, it had forgotten to beat, give it a second and I might fall on the ground. I was dead inside but I wanted to run, to escape; to live. All I had was hope, that hope led my heart to beat again and then I was back. I stood all helpless left with my sorrows and nothing I could do.
My mom was beside him nodding knowingly towards me with a crooked smile, as if she was certain that I will come back just the way I did the other three times. I have nowhere to go that eventually I'll have to come back, but I was not the same person I was a few months ago. I had hope.
Tears rolled down my eyes at the sight of my sister struggling, "Let her go!" I spit, anger surging through my veins, blood boiling. If they don't let her go I would kill this bastard and happily go to prison for it. The pain was now replaced by rage. My dad moves his head side to side, his eyes shone with glee at seeing me beg, "Let her go!" I courage up a command. Red surrounded me. In all the trees, road, faces I saw red. Like everything was tainted with my anger and my father's games a hue in the skyline.
"Come and fetch her yourself, kitten." I always hated when he called me that. He knew how to get to me more than anyone. I sometimes wondered what made him change to the dreadful person he is now, he used to be so gentle and caring, my hero. 'Why?' I wanted shout, 'Why are you doing this? After everything, you choose to be bad?' I wanted answers but I pushed the thought to back of head, I reminded myself that I hate this person, he is not the same father I was born with and the tiny flash of pity submerged into seething hot flames, now doubled. I shot a deadly glare at him, both my fists clenched at either side of me.
I still stare at him when my sister's voice comes out in a little break with fear, "Forget about me, you run."
"No! I can't leave you alone with these monsters." I shout at her in total disbelief. There is no way in hell am I going to leave her with them to torture her to death. All the thoughts I had earlier are forgotten, all I care about is her safety.
"It's okay, come for me later. You need to go. NOW!" She cried. My eyes were brimming with tears, how can I leave her? My only sister, my everything. I promised her to get her out of here but now she is leaving me with no choice. I swing my head side to side, and search for any sign of fear or remorse deep in her eyes, but there is nothing just alarm and impatience. She really wanted me to go and come back for her, but little do we both know that's not possible. I can't come for her later. If I leave now, it means goodbye forever.
"Please." she adds firmly, with a reassuring nod. Tears stain both our cheeks as we take we others' sight in for the last time, our eyes say everything to each other. I adore her ginger coloured hair just like the fire in her eyes since the day she was born, her small nose sitting above soft pink lips, as if she was born yesterday I remembered holding her in my arms. I will never stop loving her.
I mouthed I'm sorry, I love you and she gave me the brightest smile which filtered more hope within me. I can do this. I have to do this.
Just as I was about to run, my father's hand connected with her jaw and a loud screech filled the air. I knew exactly what I was leaving behind my sister with but I had to be strong and selfish for once. His slap had left a deep red stain on her face but she didn't break. Her face still intact with a smile, signaling me to leave. I laughed at him like I wasn't choking on breath and ran. I ran and ran and ran, more so, I cried and cried and cried.
***
My eyes fly open, sweat profusely flowing down my body in a river. The horrifing events from my nightmare still echo in my ears as I reach for the glass of water over my nightstand.
The ache in my heart intensifies with each gulp of water I take, it feels like the walls are closing on me and the air is getting thinner by the second making it hard for me to breathe. I look around my room, taking in the darkness when I realize that it's all gone, I am alone in my apartment. The dream, the bad parts have all gone from my life. Just like the small area on the edge of my bed is filtered with moonlight coming from the large windows covered with sheer white curtains, my light will also come. Tomorrow and the days after will be my light, I'll meet new people and will have so much more to explore. I forget about the dream and think of what could possibly go wrong on the first day of college. Ecstatic about my new beginning at my dream university, I fall asleep with a tiny grin.
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