That day ...
harvest time ...
has come ...
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heart broken storms ...
dead greens ...
forgotten sins ...
That time ...
Saturday ... afternoon ...
footsteps of my father approaching my room ...
once he returned back from the hospital ...
" Thank God ... "
he says ... in a heavy breath ...
throwing his dirty coat aside ...
I feel his arms wrapping around me from behind ...
burring his face in my neck ...
" I thought you're still at school ... "
he says in an exhausted tone ...
before giving me a gentle kiss ...
" I will make us dinner ... , okay ? "
glancing at me over his shoulder while walking away ...
" I ... I have got your favourite beaf ... "
sensing no response from me as usual ...
he lets out a deep broken sigh ...
before leaving my room ... filled with my dark thoughts ...
like every moment ...
I was turning my back on him ...
so he couldn't freak out from how dark my tears seem ...
speaking with silence ...
so he can forgets ..
how broken my voice sounds when he's around ...
It was the time ...
I tried to ignore the scars he caused to my heart ...
once ... I remembered my triumph ...
back there ...
when there was no hope for them ...
to stand against my own will ...
Madden , Grace ... , the teachers ..
all of them ...
had nothing to do with my intentions ...
YOU ARE READING
Martha S1: breaking the path
ParanormalWith an old pen - No date - no time ... This is my story , written by my hand ... I beg you ... don't judge the book by it's cover ... it's not me ... please ... keep everything you know about my life as a secret .... I'm so scared Promise me...
