I watched the scenery fly by me as I ran. Left foot, right foot. Left foot, right foot. Sticks crunched underneath me as I deeply inhaled. In and out. In and out. I tried to move swiftly and quickly, but my timing was just too off. My mind raced. It occurred to me I was going no where, just deeper and deeper into the bottomless pit of the woods. Why was I running? I'm such a coward, I thought to myself. I have nothing to run from, but I thought about it again. I do have something to run from. My abusive family, my hateful classmates, and most importantly...my past.
I had kept so many secrets for all of those years. I never told anyone what had happened at home. I never told anyone what had happened to me as a child, all the beatings, all the nights I fell asleep crying because Daddy said I was stupid, because Daddy said I wasn't good enough to be treated like my sisters. I kept my own secrets, ones that no one but me knew. Ones that I planned on taking to the grave with me, but I realized something. I seemed pretty close to my grave...
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Dirty Little Secrets
Teen FictionI'm not sure what the description of this story of mine should be, all I can say is that I can promise it will keep your interest. It will teach you and help you through hardships in life. Not everything in life is all that bad. Especially when you'...
