Alexandria Brio is a 16-year-old girl who knows pain like the back of her hand. After getting kidnapped at the young age of two she has known nothing but pain, abuse, torture, suffering, and immense trauma. She has spent her whole life protecting he...
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I shoot up gasping for air and I feel my eyes burning with tears. I place my hand on my heart trying to calm myself down the best I could. I look around and realize I'm not there. I'm not with them. I look down and see my little brothers and I calm down even more. They are safe. I'm safe. I'm ok.
I'm ok. It's ok. I'm ok. I'm safe. I keep repeating to myself until I can breathe again. I look at the clock and see that it's three in the morning. I have school in a few hours but there is no way I can fall back to sleep.
It sucks that I can't ever sleep more than four hours. When I do sleep it's more of nightmares and memories which are mentally and physically exhausting. It doesn't even feel like I slept or rested.
I get up off my bed making sure not to wake my brothers up. I go to the bathroom lock the door and wash my face and brush my teeth. Gosh, I need a glass of cold water that always helps me calm down. It also helps with the hunger pains I constantly feel.
I think of the memory I had. Little did I know that day in the cafe would change my life forever. I met my real friends. My found family. But everything has to end right? They think I'm dead and in all honesty, I should've been but I don't want to think about that right now.
I quietly leave my room and look around making sure the coast is clear. The house is dead quiet which makes me feel nice considering James used to snore louder than a semi-truck without oil.
I hide behind a small wall when I hear someone walking up the stairs. I poke my head out and I see Don walking up the stairs and into his room which makes me wonder what he is doing up. Damn it where do I know him from?
I slowly walk down the endless steps. By the time I reach the bottom everything is burning and I'm regretting wanting water. Am I even allowed to get water at this time?
I had my hair down so I didn't bother covering my scar or my tattoo. I also don't plan on seeing anyone and I only have enough to cover it today for school and that's if I'm lucky. I really need to buy some more concealer and foundation.
I slowly find my way to the kitchen. Considering I don't know where the cups are I open the refrigerator to see if they have a water bottle. Thankfully they do. As I grab it and close the door I feel someone behind me. Once they were about to place a hand on my shoulder I quickly spun around and punched them straight in the nose and I heard a crack making them stumble back.
"Damn." I hear Seb groan. "Holy shit you've got an arm." He mumbles holding his now bloody nose.
Oh. My. God. He is going to kill me. Shoot I didn't mean to do that. Crap they are totally going to punish me for this.
"Oh my God are you ok?" I quickly ask not knowing what to do.
"I'm fine I deserved that. I've been an asshole." He says pinching his nose to stop the bleeding.
