SILHOUETTE

ADDIE'S LIFE WAS PAINTED IN SHADOWS AND TRAUMA__

Her mother cruelty was relentless - she remembers the sharp snap of her left arm being broken and the brutal word that followed , pushing her to end her own life. Each day felt like a fight to survive under her mother's twisted control , each bruise a reminder that love was something she'd never know.
The darkest memory came one night, when Addie watched from the shadows as a group of strangers descended on her father , tearing him apart before her very eyes . She could still see the terror in his gaze, the flash of rage on their faces . That night marked her forever , searing into her the idea that she was somehow to blame.
After her mother abandoned her, Addie's life only grew colder. Born with the THELASSEMIA and a weak heart, her own body seemed to fight against her, as if daring her to give up, friends were non existent, and every night was haunted by panic attacks , vivid nightmares and a voice whispering that she was curse to everyone she touched.
Now living with her distant grandmother , Addie carries the trauma of her past and the belief that she's the cause of all the suffering around her yet as the memories .........begins to sense that there are dark secrets , , as yet to uncover..

MAIN STORY

After coming back from the school , I lay on my back in my room , my vision hazy as I stared at the dull concrete ceiling above . The creepy black paint peeled away in patches, revealing the crumbling surface beneath I found myself
oddly fascinated by the deterioration of my own prison. Blood pull by my head , and couldn't mustar the strength to turn and see just how much had drained from me.
My poor head, I thought sadly . With all the blunt force trauma I'd endured , I should've had a fatal concussion . The pain radiating through my body was strong enough to make me want to scream but I've already done enough that in my mind.
In my mind? I was terrified to scream out loud because of them . Was I afraid? Hell yeah, I was. If they heard my voice , they would beat me up again . Torture me . Again and again. I was scared, but why was no one there to save me ? Why was Dad so busy with work? Why didn't he pay attention? Was he truly occupied, or just pretending? Why had he left me in their hands?
Ahhhhh, Please give me these answers. Why aren't you you talking to me? Save me, Lord, save me . There so many voices in my head, so many voices. Dad , I wanted to scream . But I held my breath, willing Elohim to be quiet .They will hear you, they will torture you.
Today was different, though. I had to raise my voice somehow but how? No one would believe me. I glanced at the blood pooling beside me. Blood? Whose blood? Ouh shit , I had stabbed my thighs with the knife.
Knife? Suicide? And then I'd be free , right? Yes , yes, a nice plan. First, I had to wrote a note for my workaholic dad. Second, I'd cut my wrists and then........gone. Sound groovy, doesn't it? Yes , it sounded absolutely groovy. Finally I could say I was free like a bird, a bird that could soar anywhere , see the sunlight, run for miles ,laugh and live a normal life. If I committed suicide they couldn't torture me anymore. Shit, what a nice plan.
I could even fly, ouh wow, I could fly! But, wait- after death, how? Whatever, I had to do it now, I didn't have much time . No, no, no - I didnt . Before they came , i had to act fast, suicide note done , my hands were trembling when I placed the note carefully on the table. Everything was done.

Now it was time to laugh. I laughed while dragging the knife across from my throat, dragging it from my throat to my chest, feeling exhilarated.

AND, THEN, SUDDENLY, I NOTICED SOMEONE BEHIND Me.

I looked back , still dragging the knife.
"Ohh, no.DAD? YOU? YOU'RE ALIVE? "
You're alive? Dad, talk to me!.... "Hey, Dad.... Dad, where are you going? Wait, where am I?
It didn't feel like, I was in my room. No, I wasn't. Am I dead?
No. I am not. Then how can I see my dad? Where am I?
No, I'm not. Then how can I see my dad? Where am 1?

I think I lost my dad again. Didn't I? I did.

No, I didn't. There he was, walking through a graveyard filled with twisted, rotting corpses. A dense fog shrouded the round, making it hard to breathe. I was draw heart racing. and I followed, my heart racing.
No, I didn't. There he was, walking through a graveyard filled with twisted, rotting corpses. A dense fog shrouded the ground, making it hard to breathe. I was drawn to him, and I followed, my heart racing.