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Eliana Rose Smith

My heart was pounding against the tiny paws of annie (my dog). I was terrified and sulking in the fear deeper and deeper. My hands trembled as my feet grew numb from coldness. It almost felt like sleep paralysis except I wasn't asleep ,I was wide awake and fully conscious unable to move even more than an inch as the jostling started getting more and more. The longer the jabbing got the weaker the door got and more the dressing table and the chair stacked against the door began to move. I was still trying to process my reflex action when I heard that.......... his voice. The same voice that echoed inside my soul for days which further turned into months , months of hatred and pain, weeks full of numbness and despair , days full of angst and anger. "Princess ,no ones coming honey, no one is." The minute that disgusting voice traveled through air particles to reach my ears, something in me just snapped. "LEAVEEEEEEE" I screamed with every bit of air left in my lungs. The banging stopped........... " I knew you were in there. Now open up before I slit that fucking throat of yours."It began again. Before I knew it I felt my feet tingle because of the sharp pointy grass and cold moist droplets of fog. I jumped out of my window and sprinted with a 20 dollar bill and a dog that could barely protect himself ,lead alone protect me. I stumbled upon to break my toe nail. the blood sweeping through it wasn't merely enough for me to stop.It wasn't merely enough to make me stay in that house a second more. I frantically kept looking behind me to scan any trace of a man chasing me. I ran and I ran and I ran until I ran out of my breathe to the point my throat was parched. I stopped and looked behind myself. There wasn't anyone. Just a 16 year old all by herself on a sketchy bus stand in the middle of the night wearing nothing but her pj and a sweatshirt barely thick enough to provide warmth from the sheer cold of San Francisco. My feet turned even colder than before, almost frozen,they were wounded from the tiny honed rock pieces. My left leg covered with blood from my broken nail. I saw a seat available next to the ticket counter. I sat down acknowledging what I just did. A 100 things ran through my head. 100 possible ways I could be killed without a trace.How would mom react after coming home and not see me?Will mom try to find me? Will she finally leave Rob? How will Rob react? Will he hit her? Just before I was about to have another one of my anxiety attack episodes a old lady sitting beside me took out a sealed water bottle out of her tote bag and placed it next to me. I looked at her with a questioned look and she just closed her eyes with an assuring look. I chucked down the water and made sure to give the rest to annie. As I gasped from breathlessness. The lady next to me passed me a zip lock bag filled with cookies. The bag was warm as though the cookies were just taken out of the oven. I looked at her with guilt in my eyes because there wasn't anything I could offer her in return for her kindness except my gratitude. She gently slipped her hand in mine and squeezed it lightly. Without a question she said "Things will get better honey. I promise" The tears I held all along refused to be held back anymore. I broke down as the old lady swept me in her arms.

After a pause she let go of me and wiped the tears off my cheek.She looked at me in the eyes and got up to leave. Before leaving she turned around to have glance at me , she addressed me with a warm smile which felt like a comforting hug. Behind the warmth of her smile I saw figure. A familiar figure...............

There was once a girl, she fell in love and lost her life. The girl is me ,Eliana Rose Smith.