For the next week I avoided dad. I couldn’t bare another beating. I received a text from Sasha, she asked about meeting up at the park. I only said yes because I needed to talk to someone. When I arrived I saw Sasha sat on the old rusty swing, the one we used to play on when we were little because it made a funny squeaky sound. We were so innocent and naïve... look at it now.
She placed her hand out signalling me to come over. I walked cautiously towards her. She sprinted towards me and hugged my fragile timid body. “I’m so glad your okay, I heard what happened with mum and Max”. It made me sick to hear his name. Sasha looked worried at my lack of speech. She edged towards me and slowly lifted back my hood so she could see my face. She brushed the hair back with her hand, revealing my cut and bruised face. She looked shocked. I quickly pushed her hand away and flinched backwards. I was scared she might think I was crazy, just like everyone else. But she just stopped and starred. And wouldn’t stop starring. I couldn’t take her looking at me like that any more. I backed away then ran as fast as I could. I tried to get away. I stumbled into a busy main road. I could see Sasha running towards me screaming in the corner of my eye... but the only thing I could focus on was the car heading at full speed towards me. It was like slow motion, I didn’t move even though my body wanted to my mind didn’t. I couldn’t really care less is it hit me or if it didn’t.
