*Violet*
My hair is already pulled back into a neat bun as soon as I walk into my studio. I head to the back to get dressed in my blue leotard and my dance shoes. When I'm finished I walk into the studio and play the music and I let the beat take me away. I love the way my body flows to the sound of music and tells a story. One I could never speak of. It holds to much pain and nobody will ever hear of my story or so I thought.
I never liked the idea of people knowing anything about my past or my secrets but when I danced and it told all I couldn't care less. I feel as though free when I dance, like there's no barrier between my reality and my imagination. But it is also brings my past into my head as I dance the truth out. How could that have happened to me? Out of anyone in my family it happened to me and I couldn't stop it.
Why? Well I don't know but after the incident I haven't been the same it was horrible. My family couldn't get me to talk to them about it so they sent me to a psychologist. All five of them made me relive those tortuous moments and by the such great detail I gave them they all ran screaming. I mean why would something so horrible happen to a four year old?
I don't know, people have told me to move on from my past, but I can't I still have scars that prove what happened to me was real. The memories they never leave my mind. That's who I am, I'm a damaged girl with a haunting past and I can't move forward. People tell me they can help me through it but that was proven wrong a long time ago and I haven't spoken since and I will be turning 18 in a couple of days. Not to the teachers at school, not to students, not to my parents, nobody.
Because that all you can trust besides yourself, nobody. I stopped dancing long enough to notice the time 8:10, I sighed as I walked back to the back to get dressed and go home. You see I walk everywhere I go, but everyone can trust me alone because ever since that incident I have taught myself to fight and I can pretty much now out run anyone chasing after me. It was dark outside but cold, thank goodness I have my jacket with me. I shove my hands in my pockets as I being to run, I can't help it my mind kept wondering to that night and I kept running until I was at home.
As soon as I stepped through the door my twin sister ambushed me. "Thank goodness your home I thought I was going to have Reece go after you" she sighed. She slowly got off of me "I'm sorry I was just worried when I saw the sun was going down and you weren't home yet." I stood up and grabbed my board and marker from beside the door and wrote 'I got caught up in dancing' and shrugged she only shook her head and sighed before grabbing my arm and dragging me somewhere. "Mom and dad have something to tell us" she told me and it made me curious as to what it was.
Our house is mansion like big and my family is more than well off. She lead us to the dining room where everyone was sat. I took my seat next to my sister and across from my big brother when mother and father started speaking. "Children we have some exciting new news" mom paused for a moment and dad continued for her "we're moving" everyone but me was excited so I just stood up from my seat and left for my room. I locked my door and headed for the balcony to look at the night sky.
My twin sister's balcony is right next to mine but not connected. I remember nobody comes out here so I'm free to be myself. I lay down on the cool concrete and just stare up at the cloudless sky lost in my own thoughts. Nobody bothered me the whole night and I even fell asleep like I have so many times before. I wake up to the sun in my face and I stretch while yawning I glance into my room to check the time and I see it's a quarter past noon.
Wow I must have really stayed up late. I only shrugged my shoulders as I went back in my room taking down some of my artwork. Posters and nicknacks were also down, rolled up and set on my bed. I sighed as a kind of sadness consumed me and thought 'why can't I just be happy?' But think of this brought me to tears and I silently cried I must have fell asleep again because next thing I know someone is knocking on my door and it's dark out.
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She's The Dancer And He's The Badboy
Teen FictionI love the way my body flows to the song of music and tells a story. One I would never speak of. It holds to much pain and nobody will ever hear of my story or so I thought. I never liked the idea of people knowing anything about my past or my secre...