I begin to calm down and vision stops spinning around scenes. My father still stands outside my door, but no longer pounding.
I peer up at the woman with curious eyes. Why is she here? It's nowhere near her usual time. Her eyes showed sympathy and pity. She opened her arms and I embraced her. Comfort surrounded me and I felt safe. One sweet, blissful moment of peace.
"AHHHHHHHH!" My father screamed again, this time busting my door. I jumped up, trying to block the woman from him. But my foot got twisted in my comforter and I toppled backwards. I saw my father launch himself as I fell, his body emerging from the bedside.
Time slowed and I saw the knife flying for my face in a perfect arch. My father's face was red and puffy, his random, terrifying anger pulsing in his veins. He was going to get me.
I watched the tip slowly reach for my nose and I turned as fast as I could to block it from reaching me. I saw the woman and she had her hand outstretched.
My fingertips were brushing her but I couldn't feel it. I couldn't feel anything, actually only the adrenaline of the moment.
I grasped her fast and pulled back further from the knife to give me more time. My body felt like lead and refused to work with me quickly.
The woman's fingers squeezed mine and quickly got tighter. I turned and saw my father still slow motion screaming.
"GO!" I heard an adult British woman's voice, and I saw white clouding out my father. I watched as the knife disappeared and my unstable father dissolve into the blinding whiteness.
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From Bedroom to City
SpiritualFor six years Marissa has been visited by a woman. This woman has comforted Marissa and helped her through the toughest parts of her life. But when one moment goes to far, the woman grants Marissa biggest wish - to leave. While the two run free toge...
