Cut (Prince Caspian Love Story)

A day in the life of Renee Carter

It was out of nowhere. All I knew was that I was here, not there. I couldn't quite call it reality but I knew that I was safe. That's all that mattered. No more suffering from the things that had made my life no longer worth living. Something, someone, with great power had decided that I was worth saving, and I will always be grateful for that, always.

The day had started out the same as any other. I took the train to school, got laughed at for being different, came home, started dinner and hid in my room trying to pull myself together. I was getting tired of my life, I was at the point where I didn't know if I could take it any longer.

I walked over to me closet closing the door behind me and just broke down. It's bad enough to deal with the bullies at school but at home, it becomes to much to handle. I shouldn't have to be afraid of my own mother. Life at home has gotten to the point to where I don't even recognize my her anymore. Ever since she and my stepfather had started dating everything in my life had been a mess.

I remember being seven years old, I was clueless but I was aware enough to realize that he was  touching me in places that were wrong. But I never spoke of it because it didn't even last two months. Besides, even to this day my mother takes his side over mine, he calls me pathetic, stupid, and worthless but no matter what he calls me, she already has an excuse  made for him the second the words come out of his mouth.

I finally spoke to my mother once last year about what my stepfather would do to me when I was younger and she just started laughing and telling me I made it all up, that it was my imagination. Since then I have learned to just keep to myself, keep quiet, and trust no one.

My biological father died when I was four so I'm hardly able to remember him and I don't know much about him since all I hear are my mothers hateful comments about him. My stepfather tells me that my real father never even cared about me so it's best to just forget about him.

So here I am, in my closet, praying that somebody, anybody will hear my cries for help just as I do every night. Hoping that somebody will care enough to help me, to save me and just take me away from this place, but nothing ever happens; yet here I stay and I still continue to do this, I haven't given up quite yet, I have some hope that someday, somebody will come for me.

And just as I had prayed each night, somebody did...