"Don't you dare come back, you worthless piece of-"
The slam of the door abruptly drowns out my father's yelling, but I still hear the yells of frustration coming from him echoing in my mind.
I guess front doors can never completely shut out the people you don't want to see.
I hear the bangs and cracks of furniture colliding with my father's fist from the other side of the door. I need to escape, even if it's just for a while, but I am reluctant. With me out of the house, Dad's going to lash out his insuppressible anger on Sebastian.
Run, a part of me calls. You've suffered long enough.
I exhale a sharp breath, silently hoping that Sebastian can somehow calm my father's fury, and run as fast as I can from my front door.
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I don't know where I'm going, but I don't care. I let my legs take me through the sleeping neighbourhoods, houses blazing past my vision, the whistle of the wind sailing into my ears. The cool autumn air violently tosses my hair into a mess as I start to slow down. My senses begin to work again when I assess my surroundings. I am at the neighbourhood playground, cluttered with fallen copper leaves and abandoned play toys left by children. Cars blaze past the street and traffic lights behind me, their drivers hurrying back to their homes and loved ones.
But would these drivers want to return so eagerly if their loved ones have left them?
A memory of my visit to the hospital two months ago flashes into my mind while I consider my own family and loved ones.
"Letting go of your problems is just so easy to do," I remember Mom saying to me while she laid in her hospital bed, "You can untangle the tightest of knots, smooth out the creases, and start fresh again."
I guess leaving this world was her way of letting go.
I turn towards the street and begin to walk. My feet leave the sidewalk and I continue to step onto the street. A car honks loudly and I stand in front of it, its headlights blinding my vision.
The car is driving too quickly and tries to stop, but it is too late. My vision goes black.
You're right, Mom. Letting go is easy.
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The Battle
Teen FictionOlivia is a teen living on edge. She's been contemplating suicide since her mother's death. And, finally, she tries to kill herself... But this isn't the end. She's in a coma and she can still hear voices around her. She's in a worser state than bef...
