Purpose

Fifteen

"I think I can do it." I stand. Stumbling in the process.

"You okay?" He grabs on to me, holding me up as gravity doesn't agree with me. "I got you."

I finally stand up straight. "I'm so sorry." I blush looking down at the floor. Making sure that my hair falls onto my face.

"It's okay. I promise."

".......thank you by the way."

"No problem........... we should get going, want to get in my back?"

"Ani. I think I can do it."

"Just let me know."

"Okay."

He opens the door, and the bright light from the store hits my face. And the elder lady standing in the aisle closest to the door gasps.

"What is wrong with him? Beating on a poor girl like that?" She shakes her head as she looks away.

"Shall we go?" He ask hold out his hand to me.

"Uh....." I just stare at his hand.

The only persons hand I have ever held was my mother. And I feel as if I'm slightly betraying her if I do.

"It's okay." He takes my hand. "I promise to always stay by your side."

He walks out the back room. And I quickly follow.

The elder lady stares at us as we walk past her.

"Aish." She hisses.

"I'll walk home." He informs.

"Ani, It's okay. I can go myself." I pull my hand away as I stop walking. Standing there I can feel my heart beat faster and faster. Not knowing what to do, I begin walking. I feel myself walking faster. Or as fast as my legs can take me. I don't want to feel this anymore.

I attempt to quicken my steps as the pounding in my chest gets harder to bare.

As it gets harder to breath, My throat feels as if it's swollen. Like I want to scream to my heart's desire. But I can't because I have no voice.

Tears form in my eyes as the pain of my heart pounding against my chest becomes more intense.

All at the same time I enjoy the feeling. It's something I'm all too familiar to....

But the pounding slows down at the sight of my house not to far away. Even though I'm going back to a crappy life it's better than nothing at all.

Limping up the steps to the front door, I hear the loud tv as I stick the key into the keyhole.

The cracking sound from the door might as well be the sound of my heart breaking.