Prologue, To live anywhere but here.

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   It's funny how much I want to leave this place, to just be able to take off and leave. I just want to never have to see the old twenties’ style houses, never have to taste the cinnamon sweet air that wafted from the bakery. Sure, that may sound like heaven to some people. Lush green parks, gorgeously clear lakes, and large willows sweeping the air with their feathery arms. But to me, its hell. It was a trap to me, snaring my body in its containing net. Everyone knew everyone here, everyone knew me, and my story. Everyone knew what I'd been through, and what I did after it all ended. They either looked upon me with sympathetic eyes, or cast judgmental glares at me, both of which I could stand. I didn't want, nor need neither. Why judge me, when you didn't believe me in the first place? Why pity me when you wouldn't even try to help me in my hour of need? And that's not even the worst part of the god forsaken town. No, it's not nearly the worst. Nope, the worst is having to look into his eyes every day, having to act like nothing had ever happened with him. But though I may act, I knew I wouldn't be able to forget about him until I get out of here and into the bustling city where noise could drown out my every thought. Now, you may be wondering what made me hate this mystery guy so much, why he made we turn on my own home. Well, there's a lot. 

          He murdered my father in front of my eyes, something that no one would believe me he did.

          In doing the above act, he left me and my brother to fend for ourselves 

          He made me fall into a deep depression, my body now riddled with scars.

          Worse, because of the previous statement, I have to visit a rehabilitation center every weekend. 

          Worse yet, he made me fall desperately in love with him before any of this had happened. 

           And the worst, he made it so I couldn't leave no matter how much I wanted to. And why does he have that power of me? Well that question, my friend, has a very simple answer. Because despite all that's he's done, he still has a certain control over me. 

           I'm still in love with him. 

{{Note: There is mild cussing, though I edited so there isn't any of the f word.}}

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