EPILOGUE:
Im sitting here in excruciating pain. My stomach and head is killing me, my whole body is stinging with pain, i sit there confused.......dumbfounded. i get up slowly from my bed and walk over in a limp to the mirror, my body feels numb. As soon as i get close to the mirror i close my eyes as if i was afraid to see my own reflection. Which to be honest sometimes i am....... I take a few deep breathes telling my self its ok too look, nothing bad is going to happen, im safe.......for now. I slowly open my eyes, everything seems to be going in slow motion, once there open i blink a few times making sure i can keep them open and they wont snap shut in seconds due to sudden fear and worry. I look at myself from head to toes in disgust and sorrow. What i see in the mirror is not me.
Nevaeh Johnson; a young, beautiful malado teenager with hazel brown eyes that resemble those of a stuffed teddy bear. A girl with soft silky smooth hair that in the right light looks like a beautiful stream of black water-like strands that flows eaily in the breeze. Nevaeh Johnson is No-Where to be found in this mirror, she disappeared. Instead all i see is emptiness covered in a plastic carcuss, swollen with skin that is not the usual beautiful shade of tan but is a horrid sickening color full of blotches and splats that turn from violet ,to green to a black bruise that sooner or later will end up in one question......."Who the hell did this too you?".......
The bruises spread over my body like a disease sent from hell. It creeps down my face, down my shoulders and arms, where it waves down my chest and stomach right to my hips and thighs, where then it swallows the rest of my legs and feet. It then goes with in me....... Deep within me where it punctures my organs and bleeds out into my heart and mind where it locks itself inside and swallows me whole. Devouring me until im nothing but a body, if you can stil call it that. At this sickening thought, my feelings start to overwhelm me and i start to tear up. My vision starts to blur and my breathe gets caught in my throat, i start to whimper softly. I start to rub my arms, They hurt.......alot now. I wipe the tears away easily and softly, trying to catch eash tear that falls onto my finger tips. They look like rain drops. Rain drops on bare skin looks weird but at the same time the sight of it is strangely peacefull. I start to blow at the tears in my hands slowly watching them creep their way down my fingers soon dripping off. I watch the tear hit the wooden floor, It evaporates.
I think about my life as a movie. I could imaine my tear in slow motion, single frame, slowly gliding through the almost still air ready to hit the ground any minute. When the tear finally hits the ground an explosion of world peace and hope spirals out of it and hits the world at full impact, making an effort to fix everybodies cruel and never forgotten mistakes. I start to smirk at the thought of getting out of this place, out of this hell house, away from the beatings and abuse and being taken advantage of. I start thinking about finding some-one who will finally love me, and i laugh at the thought but smile for the wish. But I suddenly interupt my laugh with a sudden hush in my mind. I must not bring any attention upstairs avoid trouble at all cost, must feel how the man downstairs think i feel.......no laughter or his rein of terror will start up again and il have to wear more makeup to cover the decision i made because of some silly thoughts. But suddenly my mind starts racing, my heart starts to hurt again, my eyes swell up and i whisper so softly i could barely hear myself.
"Mom......." i say in utter complete affection. oh gosh i miss her alot. I was only three when she died from cancer but i stil remeber alot. She spoiled me with everything i could ever want, Now im lucky if i even get money for food. My mom was sweetheart, never hurt a soul. Even though she spoke her mind i always felt like she was hiding something from me? Maybe it was just because i was little. Before she died she gave me a small teddy bear with a heart sewed to its chest. It said I Love You.......And i knew she loved me, she loved me alot and so did fa.......Him. But now everything has changed. My mind started drifting off into the past, because if theres something i have learned in the future it's that Our Past Always Comes Back To Haunt Us.......
