!!!!Waring!!!! There will be mentions of suicided, rape, and abuse. If these trigger you please for your own safety do not read any further.
The music blasted in my ears, cutting me off from reality. Loud, angry yelling played in the background. Why was this normal? The yelling, the hitting, the sound of glass shattering, the strong smell of alcohol. I closed my eyes, praying to the God that never seemed to be there. Screams echoed in my house. Makeup containers piled up in the trash. Empty stomach for days until I find the courage to escape outside my room and quickly get a snack before going back into my shelter.
When will I be able to escape? The fake smiles. The aching ribs. The painful nights of being pushed into the bed. The looks of hatred. The looks of love. The music was my only escape.
I hope one day God will hear my prayers and save me. Whether it would be a rope around my neck. Too many scars on my wrists, stomach, legs. The pain finally being enough. Disappearing off the face of the planet. A face that would never be remembered by anyone.
Then one day, angels came. They stormed the house and took me away, throwing the others in a fiery pit. Soon I was cared for.
My days and nights being hugged by warm arms. Talking to a pretty angel with dark skin. No more yelling. No more the stench of alcohol. No more hitting. No more hearing the sound of shattering glass. No more painful nights being forced on a bed. No more looks of hatred that were blocked by masks of love. No more aching ribs. No more fake smiles.
I cry sometimes, but my mom's always there to comfort me. I hurt myself, but my dad is there to protect me when I do. They couldn't take away all of my pain, even though they really wanted to, but they could wrap me in their arms and tell me the truth.
"You're gonna be in pain sometimes, but I know that with time you will be ok. It may seem hopeless right now and you may shove earphones in your ears to block it all out, but one day soon or far you'll be ok."
