just a short storey.... literally

title of your story

She woke up with a loud bang to the door.

He woke up to his mother screaming out to him.

She tried to hide away under the bed to get away.

He shoved a pillow over his face to muffle the screams.

Her door slammed open to reveal her nightmare.

He yanked his door open to make his mum stop.

She thought she was safe.

He thought he was safe.

She got dragged down the stairs screams emitting from her lungs begging for help with tears travelling down her face.

He went to see his mum laying on her bed with pills at the ready... he stopped from shock before rushing over to her.

She tried fighting back but it only got worse fighting the pain she became numb.... again

He wanted to help his mum but it was too late... the pot was empty.

Many hours later neither had moved from their spots he was shocked and depressed, she was out cold with bruises littering her body. He had no one left now... everyone had left him, she only had him but he treated her like dirt and a punch bag.

She slowly began to wake, wincing every time she moved her muscles.

He slowly stood and walked out his mothers room as if on auto pilot with a blank mind.

She looked into the mirror and didn't recognise her self and started crying for everything she has lost.

He layed on his bed before he let out a blood curdling scream and tears of anger creeping their way down.

She couldn't take it anymore.

He couldn't take it anymore.

She got dressed and walked out the door not caring if it was left open.

He threw a punch to the wall before marching out his house.

Both of them felt like it was their fault for the events that had happened, she felt like she deserved it because she was a 'dirty whore', and she was the cause for allowing her brother to get lost and not be found. He was being eaten up by guilt, he should have watched her not let her sink further away from him, He could have saved her an his dad.

She wasn't minding where she was going but her feet led her to the motor way bridge that had another motor way underneath.

He didn't care where he was going and he too ended up there.

She saw him walking over but didn't do anything but stare too tired and drained to do anything.

He looked at the girl with dead eyes and saw how she was, he couldn't say anything.

They both looked away as if they didn't see each other.

She could feel her muscles were sore and the pain was soon going to be over, without hesitation she told the stranger of her storey to get it off of her chest, not caring if he didn't want to hear it.

He listened to the girls storey listening but not really listening, he was consumed by his own thoughts but he still understood everything she was saying.

She finished her story and sighed, it didn't help any she was still in pain, she still felt dirty, she still hated herself.

He looked straight a head before returning the favour of telling her his storey without emotion in his voice.

They had both lost someone, both felt like they were to be blamed, guilty, a burden. Neither knowing why they were even conversing for yet at the same time they didn't care, nothing mattered anymore to either of them.

He finished his storey and still felt guilty, seeing his mother sat up by her head rest.

She looked at him again and ignoring everything she told him it would be okay even if it will take a month or a year or more than a year it will.

He looked at her and nodded not really knowing what else to do.

Even though they both ended up at the same place at the same time with the same goal in mind, they talked about the life and even if it didn't help to make them feel better deep down they knew it had gave them a little hope that there is at least one person out there going through what they are going through.... Maybe that's why they both looked at each other and gave each other a smile before walking separate ways. Neither ended it there, they carried on with a little hope.

She went home and went into her room, planned her way of escape to leave her father once and for all, and yes she did feel dirty no matter what she thought and guilty and extremely upset but she thought of the boy who had the dead look in his eye who also had a life full of problems.

He went home and called the ambulance and began to sort everything away, yes still upset and angry and guilty but he thought of the girl covered in bruises and the way she was able to tell him it will be okay even after everything she has went through.