Artemis
Waking up, the feeling of agonising pain hits me. I grit my teeth, trying to stay silent, already knowing what happens when I disturb them.
Looking down at my weirdly bent leg, I notice the lack of feeling I have in it. The whole limb has gone completely numb, something that worries me. Im grateful that the pain has subsided, but not having any feeling in it can't be good.
I sit up from the uncomfortable, crouched position I passed out in, leaning my aching back against the cold wall behind me.
Looking out into the darkness that surrounds me, I take comfort in it. Knowing the safety it brings by concealing me from prying eyes.
I listen to the sound of music and shouts coming from upstairs, tensing every time it sounds like someone is getting too close. I don't think I can take anymore beatings. I just want to go home. That's if I even have a home anymore.
I've been here for what feels like years, and I'm pretty sure my mother and older brother have given up looking by now. And I wouldn't blame them if they did. It would be safer that way. I don't want them to get hurt from trying to save me.
Needing to feel some kind of peace I start to sing the song my mother sang to me every night as a child.
"Somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high
There's a land that I heard of
Once in a lullaby
Somewhere over the rainbow
Skies are blue
And the dreams that you dare to dream
Really do come true
Someday I'll wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far
Behind me
Where troubles melt like lemon drops
Away above the chimney tops
That's where you'll find me
Somewhere over the rainbow
Bluebirds fly
Birds fly over the rainbow
Why then, oh why can't I?
If happy little bluebirds fly
Beyond the rainbow
Why, oh why can't I?"
The lullaby distracts me from the loudness coming from above me.
I sing the song quietly as tears fall from my eyes, wishing that I was back home. I sing and sing until my voice turns croaky and my throat dries up, I sing until my my voice breaks and I can't anymore.
Being here for as long as I have, the only time I feel even a resemblance of happiness, is when I sing. Something I enjoyed doing with my mother as a child. She had a beautiful voice, something that I fortunately inherited from her.
When I sing, it makes feel like I'm back there, at home, with them. I sometimes even hear her singing with me, I see my brother listening to us with a bright smile on his face.
I know that it's not real, just a figment of my imagination. But it's all I have left, so I cling to the false reality, even for just a moment of not feeling so alone.
The sad truth is, I am alone. And when I'm not, it isn't a good thing.
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Saving Artemis (REWRITTEN)
RomanceSAVAGE WOLVES MC book #1 She was pure femininity, he was pure masculinity. She was the innocent little goddess that needed saving and he was the brute beast who saved her. "If you can hold me without hurting me, you'll be the first who ever did." -L...
