The Birth Created By A Murder

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sophias dating life had naturally been a disaster course. at 15 she met her high school sweetheart. it was fun, silly, new and wild that abruptly ended as he slept with her new friend and neighbor. They had been together a short year, full of nothing exciting, just sphia following him along. she didnt actually like him very much, he smoked weed everyday and had a huge issue within himself. it took sophia a year to recover from that. after, she only had short quick flings, becoming a cold hearted girl just out there for fun. we know of the second major relashionship, the man who put her in a coma and cost her the very being of herelf. he wasnt physically abusive, but when she was sleeping he injected her with heroin that he and his friend thought was a hilarious prank, begged money off her all the time beome violent around him and others if denied. he was extremely mentally unstable, sophia couldnt even say a polite hello to another male without him hitting them and flying off the handle, oh and how he cheated. all the time. sophia found it so hard to leave no matter how she tried he would threaten to kill himself or worse, her. leaving her with nothing sophia spun down the road of drugs and alcohol, admittedly unwillingly, it was just anything to keep her alive. drugs kept the days and nights blurred, alcohol plied her with dancing and meaningless sex. disrespecting herself, punishing herself sophia had no idea what she was doing with herself. she was numb and empty. nothing was working, the drugs, the booze, men, or self harming. she was a user, hurting people, hurting herself. being so natural at being so cold and hardened, failing to see the beauty in her life anymore. tearstained photos, cocaine lined on her bank card. buying whatever was being sold, dancing the nights away, she felt like she couldnt leave, becasue if for just one moment she felt what she was feeling under the fake, she would surley die....

she tried. one night, intoxicated, sophia smashed the empty bottle of archers she had just finished, she dragged it along her arm to see how sharp it was and gasped when her arm split open, the blood pooling out of her flesh gave her the lust to cut her throat. digging her fingers into the glass she slashed her neck five times crying as she did, shaking, watching the blood pour down her chest. she started giggling, hoping it wouldnt take too long. it strangely didnt hurt, she felt warm, excited to see her daddy in heaven. oh how she missed her daddy. thinking of the last night, bonfire night, she let her fave memory play and play and play.

an ambulance was called by a stranger, she was cleaned up and had mutiple stitches and amazingly managed to talk her way out of being evaluated by the physc team. pff english hospitals for you, too busy to care. but that worked in sophias favour as she didnt need to be locked up, no, no what she needed was to really run away, fuck the drugs and booze, she wanted to leave the damn country.

when she arrived home the next day, she searched cheap flights to spain. she ended up on a website that didnt read in english but her eyes clocked the £25 plane ticket to a place called Heraklion. being as tired and uncaring as she was, she booked the flight, smiling to sleep at the new reckless adventure ahead of her. she just needed to survive patiently for the next 9 days.

finally the day arrived, she had packed all her fave clothes ina large suitcase. not even a return ticket and £200 in cash which was all she had left. she had booked her train ticket prior. boardiing the train station, earphones blasting motivational music, she eagerly enjoyed her train journey, making it somewhat sentimental. arriving at the airport her heart was beating furiously, having bad memories the last time she was at an airport but to her srprise it was so smooth and as she sat waiting for her flight to board she decided to upload her new adventure. her phone pinging with surprised and confused ghosts. she ignored it all with a grin. the flight was spectacularly boring, just impatiently waiting to land.

when she landed, desperate for a cigerette she rushed out of baggage dragging her heavy suitcase as fast as she could, opening the doors, she inhaled the foreign air. thicker and mustier then the fresh cold uk air. she smoked while taking it all in. when suddenly her smile turned to a frown. what was this language. it didnt sound spanish at all. she looked up noticing a blue and white flag. fuck, this wasnt spain. her heart stopped for a second, slight panic set in. a taxi driver called her over enthusiastcally, for the next customer. sophia asked where the nearest campsite was.