Breaking Free

Chapter 1

The sweat on Molly's forehead was thick, as she kicks and flails her feet out of her blankets. Feeling trapped, her eyes shot open, body flying into an up position. Breathing heavy and shaking she looks around the room to see that it is her room, her house, and there is no one else there. She grabs her arm and realizes that there is no longer blood staining it, or a searing pain.

Even after five years, she does not feel safe. Molly still has the same dreams. The replays, that always play whenever she closes her eyes. Her two bedroom apartment in Detroit, was always so eerie and lonely. She lived there alone, and she never had visitors. From the fifth floor the sirens from the streets below would echo through her apartment, sending chills down her spine every time. A loud bang that sounded coldly like gun shots rang through the streets and the window that was opened a crack was quickly shut tight by Molly's shaking fingers. 

Peaking down through her window she could see the dark wet streets below. The uninviting alleyways were crawling with creeps, gangs, and homeless people. Molly would avoid every alleyway at all cost. She wanted more than anything to be anywhere but here. Unfortunately enough, this was the only place she knew, and the only place she could afford. 

Molly's part time job at one of the local dead beat bars, was not paying enough for a new apartment in a nicer part of town. Making under minimum wage, and not receiving tips due to her lack of slutty dressing, she was stuck, trying to get by. Her work had to be one of the most dead beat bars in Detroit. It was low down, and dirty, and nearly no one showed up other than the few regulars. It was a shock the place was still in business. 

As Molly stood by the closed window, now with the curtains drawn closed, she thought about her perfect dream life, far from here. Somewhere nice and peaceful. Some place where the nightmares would stop and there were no dark alleyways.

Molly's parents grew up here, in this exact apartment. She was an only child, and her parents were drug addicts. There would always b people coming in and out of the house at all hours. That's how it had all started. She was only sixteen, her druggie parents wouldn't believe that there closest friend and best customer, was what he was. They never got a chance to find out. He killed her parents before they ever found out. The never even saw it coming. The bullet shot right through their backs. First Molly's father than her mother before she even got a chance to turn around and see who was holding the gun, but Molly had seen. She had seen all of it. The shattering explosion from the gun had caused an earsplitting cry from Molly who was peeping from around the corner.

She couldn't move, she tried to run, but she was in shock, instead she ran towards her parents lifeless bodies. That little bit of protection she had was now gone. She souldv'e ran and that decision to stay haunts her to this day. 

The memories ran through Molly's head, her nightmare causing them all to come rushing back. Cold chills running down her spine. She wished she could forget so she could move on with her life. She didn't want to be too scared to walk outside, or go to work. 

A loud banging knock rattled Molly's apartment door causing a startled squeal to escape her lips. Slowly walking to the door with caution she went to look through the peep hole before she heard the familiar voice.