Anxiety

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12:00 that same night.

****** Damani ******

I watched my phone as the text with bold letters saying 'SOS' sent to the groupchat my friends and I were all in. After sending the text, I searched for my duffle bag and began to throw all my shit into it. Shirts, Pants, Socks, Underwear, everything. I was leaving this house tonight..... For good! My clothes were packed and I took one last look at my room before closing the door and heading out of the house. This was it.... This was my breaking point. I was infuriated. That man, with the title of my 'father' was DEAD to me. The streets were quiet and dark as I walked down Georgia Avenue. I seen solo cars softly creepin down the road but there was barely any noise. Everything was dull and I blended right in with my surroundings. The old and soft street lights gave me a little light on the street. I seen a nearby bus stop for the 70 bus and I walked over to the stop. The guide informed me that there would be a 47 minute wait for the next bus. I didnt have that much of a way to go so I decided to just walk it out. I needed to walk some of these nerves off anyways. I tried to clear my mind but that didnt work. All I ended up with was a headache from thinking too much. Or it might be my brain trying to re-up since it was suffocated from oxygen. Whenever I would feel at ease my mind would slowly drift back into those few moments of terror my father inflicted onto me.

"Daa-dad-DA" I tried to gasp out.

His tight grip got tighter around my neck and he stared me right into my face. The oxygen in my body was leaving and I desperately tried to get out of his grip. I banged and punched on his face and head as he strangled me but he didnt budge. He was killing me. I was slowly dying and a strange feeling in me felt like he was aware of what he was doing. My need for air was now fleeting. I began to see little dots form around us in many different shades of orange, black, and purple. Soon everything was darkness and when I eventually came back too I woke up on the floor in the kitchen. After remembering what had happened it was like my body changed from three different stages. The first was shock; I just laid there in shock, surprised and mind blown at what just happened. My father had did some dirty shit to us overtime but he had never tried to kill us. He never took it to this point. The thought of him wanting me gone made me sad. Which took me to the next stage, Sadness, I began to cry. This wasnt no cute cry either. It was like a wailing. Tears began to pour out of my eyes and my breathing was heavy. One from the crying and two because it was trying to get the oxygen it lost back. Then the crying just stopped out of no where. It was like I was being controlled by a machine. As the person who controlled me pressed a button, my body would change to a different emotion instantly. The last stage was anger, I felt myself leap off the ground. I opened the cabinet's drawer and rambled through the untenils until I found a knife. This nigga was gonna pay. I slammed the drawer back and held the knife firm and tight in my right hand and I paced through the house trying to find him. "Where your BITCH ASS AT!" I yelled out for him. But it was silent. He was no where to be found. Once it came to me that this nigga tried to kill me and fled , I threw the knife down and after texting my friends our emergency text, I packed my shit up and left the house. Which leads me here. Walking down Georgia Ave at 12:23 in the morning .

Kendra POV

Everything was awkward. For the first time in forever, the dynamic between Robert and myself was AWKWARD. Unable to look him in his face... I just faced the window as the darkness and night lights flew past us. I didnt know where we were going but Robert definitely wasnt wasting any time by the way he was driving. We stopped at a light and I could feel Robert's eyes watching me. I shifted in my seat and thought to myself.

"Okay, If I dont make eye contact he will just look away." I said to myself before unconsciously looking over at him.

Shit. He saw me.