Today was a difficult day. My step mother fainted on her 5 feet walk to the kitchen. I rushed over to her, grabbing a couch pillow and shoving it under her head. Her eyes were open but rolled back, all I saw was white. I shouted for my toddler sister to go get my father. By that time she woke up, and we walked her to the couch to take a seat. She is better now.
She apologized like crazy, and I think she saw the fear in my eyes just as she closed hers.
When I was four years old my step mom, father and I all went to a late night trip at publix. We lived in a townhouse at the time, and you had to take a side walk stroll for quite a bit of time until you reached the house. Carrying several groceries, my dad told us to walk ahead, so he did so.
We were already far away from the car, and it was too far to scream when it happened. She fainted. And I leaned over those same rolled back white eyes screaming and crying, worrying if a "bad guy" would come up to us and hurt us, or if I should run and get my dad. But I couldn't just leave her!
I was four. Now looking back I think simple cuts were pushed deeper, until they scarred. I think everything is just an escalation to the end of me.
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Stop This Pain
Não FicçãoThey say that every story starts with hope. But if you ask me, whoever said that probably never had any hope themselves. Because in the darkest of times, that's when a sliver of hope really stands out like a shinning light at the bottom of the ocean...
