The Life Through Her Eyes: A House on Mango Street Memoir

The Escape

The Escape

Shout. Scream. Shout. Scream. NO! I’m done. I can’t take it. I block out. I escape. I need to get away. I need to get to my headphones.

My only escape from the world is my music. My beautiful music. Some people call the music I listen to “ear rape.” I don’t care, though. Bring me the Horizon, Pierce the Veil, Black Veil Brides, etcetera. They are my life. People can hate my music if they wish, it will never change my perspective on it. It will always and forever be my life line. My one and only life line.

Music has always been my go-to best friend when no one else is there to talk to, to understand me. It happens often. I get ignored, or left out, or discriminated against. It happens often at school these days. Girls with dark skin “bully” me just because I’m white. The only way to shut out the mean statements its to stuff my brain into my tiny earbuds to ignore it.

It’s the only way; unless its Monday, Wednesday, or Sunday, the nights I get my anger and sadness out when I smack the balls with all my might, all my power.