Winter Wonderland

Escape.

Escape. Once you have escaped, you are free. Free from whatever you was escaping from. For example, once you escape prison, you are free. Once you get out of a really bad relationship, you are free. When you leave the drama, you are free. 'Free'. A word that did not explain how I feel. I feel trapped. Stuck between my mum and dad, fighting all the time. Fighting over me. I didn't like being fought over, especially by my own parents. Let me tell you a bit about me. I'm Valentina, 16 years old and currently single. I have suffered depression and anxiety for two years now and well, dealt with my parents fighting for...3 years? Yeah. Back and forth.

Anyway, I dream of an escape zone. A place where I can be free. Sadly, that's not going to happen any time soon. Especially because of the drama in school and my parents. I wish they got along just like they did before. When we were happy. Now, we are all grumpy, upset and stressed out. Half of it is to do with the fact my mum had an affair with her boss. Yep. Shocker! My dad also took mum's money, just to go out drinking with his 'mates'. See? Stupid things turn into massive arguments on a daily basis.

"Valentina, time for school." I heard my mum call out softly. I grabbed my bag and threw it over my shoulder. A normal school day, full of exams and shit. Yay. Stress.

I run down the stairs, wearing a fake smile. Dad was no where to be seen. Probably at a strip club or drinking knowing him.

"Listen honey, try not to stress too much. I'm sure everything will be fine." Mum gives me a hug. I walk outside, sighing.

As there is nothing to do on the bus, i'm going to list a few things about me.

Facts about Valentina Merez:

I was in a really bad relationship a few years ago (luckily I had supportive family and friends at the time and they really helped).

I love music.

I am suicidal, yes though suicide is never the answer!

"Valentina, stand up!"

I quickly stand up, pulling a straight face.

"Is there something funny?" Mister Geary asks.

"N-No sir, sorry." I reply, going a bright red. I have social anxiety as well. I don't get into trouble a lot so when stuff like this happens, I get embarrassed and start shaking.

"Sit down."

I sit back down. The boy next to me whispers to me are you okay? I bite my bottom lip, shaking my head. He frowns.

The bell rings.

"What's wrong then?" He asks, packing away his stuff.

"L-Let's go outside.." I whisper, walking out of class. He follows me.

"So?"

"I-I have s-social a-a-anxiety...Depression..." I stutter. He smiles.

"It's good that you try really hard though, Valentina?"

I nod.

"I'm Jesse." He smiles. I smile back.

He seemed really chill...Maybe he could help me? Maybe I could open up...about my parents...about my suicidal thoughts...could I?