Her Lost Spirit {ON HOLD}

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THEY say that all good things come to those who wait. I've done my time waiting. I've been patient and listened to their every command, to their every request, to their every word. I've always obeyed them. But do not be fooled, it was not done out of love or respect; but sheer fright and the wistful hope that they'd let me go.

It did not happen.

I feared for my own life, unknowing what was to come of it if I ever did a thing to anger them or aggravate them in the slightest. The image of my bruised body covered in my own red, scarlet blood flashing into mind for a brief moment. They held their power over me by a single thread. Tugging it up every time I felt confident in myself to stand up to them.

I should have known better every time I did have the courage to to speak my mind. I should have known the consequences of my actions each and every time. But I did it anyway.

What really crossed that line, though, was when I decided to open my mouth and say something in front of all the men and women at my parent's house that were there for the Christmas party. When I talked back to the women who raised me and 'sassed' her.

It was a big mistake.

But it's one that I have not, and will never regret.

And yes, I got punished for it. Big time. I remember that night all too clearly. From the moment that the party started and I was ordered to stay locked up in my room, to the moment it ended when my mother reprimanded me and I replied with a snarky comment full of too much confidence and ended up mouthing off.

I will not go into details of what happened that night. But I will say this.

I was no where to be found the next morning.

Because I ran.

I ran as fast and as far as my bruised and bloody body could carry me. Which, unfortunately, wasn't far. But I pushed myself. I pushed myself to no end and did not stop until I ended up in an abandoned alleyway somewhere in the city, and I thanked God that I left around two in the morning so that no one would be able to spot my battered self stumbling around.

Throwing myself on to the wall of a brick building, a sigh escaped me as I slowly slid down it and on to my butt.

I couldn't believe it.

I had actually done it.

I had ran away.

A sob struggles to escape my throat and, without intending to, I let it out. My hand flew to my mouth in an attempt to keep quiet and my eyes darted around, checking to see if anyone heard something. Luckily, I was alone. There wasn't a single person in sight.

Maybe because it's two in the morning dumbass.

I licked my lips and puffed out a breathe as the tears continued to flow freely down my cheeks no matter how hard I tried to keep them. I remember watching as my breathe dissipated into thin air right before my eyes with each breathe I blew out.

My chest burned and I clutched at it as it heaved up and down.

Why am I crying? I thought. I should be grateful that I escaped that place.

My eyes had started to droop as my cries started to subside. Spots started to cloud my vision from exhaustion and most likely, loss of blood seeing as the two people I once loved long ago beat me half to death.

The last thing I remembered thinking was,

Will I be able survive on my own?

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I hope you all enjoyed the first chapter to my new story! I have big plans for this small story and I plan for the rest of the chapters to be much longer. This story will be updated daily until the day of Christmas to celebrate the 12 days of Christmas! And yes, I am aware that that started days ago, I was late cut me some slack. In all, this story will have 12 chapters and possibly an epilogue at the end. I hope you all stay!

-theoceps