Deep Below The Scars

Chapter 2

The pure freshness of tears slipped down my cheeks before the suffocating force towered over my body. I told myself this isn't the end. Not yet! I wasn't going to be defeated my some horrid man that fits no where in my heart. I was still awake yet felt so dead. I heard the screams of my mum and sweet grace. The thought of them crying over my body sent me into shock. I slowly felt myself swim up the tunnel of darkness to my family. That's it! I need to think of things that hurt me. Hurt me deep down! No words or pain just the thought of hurting my loved ones are the things that killed me the most. Thoughts flooded into my head, my funeral, my dead body, the pain in my mothers eyes. They sent me shooting up the tunnel back into the fresh air and coziness of my home. My eyes shot open as tears flew down my cheeks one by one.

"LILLIE!!! I THOUGHT YOU WERE GONE!" My mother cried once she ran to my side, the suttle touch of her hand made me feel safe. Even though I was far from it. I glared into my sisters eyes her face was blank. With no emotion what so ever. Was she happy? Sad? It scared me did Steven do anything.

"G-grace? What's wrong. Your scaring me." I whispered shaking her shoulders softly but enough to snap her out of this trance that was holding her as prisoner. She snapped her head up and began showering her face with tears pulling me tightly into a hug.

"I-I thought I lost you." She cried weakly onto my shoulder. This is the pain I hate, the pain that kills me more that the beating of Steven! I couldn't take it, I can't watch my family watch me die like they did. If I never came round it would be the end for them.

We have to leave!

"we have to leave." I said firmly looking at both my mother and grace. They gave me a confused but happy glare.

My mothers face grew wide as the smile on it stretched across her face. I turned slightly to see me sister doing the same.

"That's it then. We'll leave this monster tomorrow evening and maybe we could f-find dad...." I whispered at the end knowing it hurt my mother alote! She went through so much. And I was there with her, by her side holding her hand.

I glanced down at my wrists. There placed was cuts of my memories that I hate to live in my dreams but the haunting doesn't seem to stop. My thumb slowly stokes the tops of them. They're mostly caused my Steven but the others are from the harsh words of my so called "friends". I suppose they're in the past now but the ghosts of them come streaming into my dreams and turn them harshly into nightmares. A glass tear drops from my watery eyes and sprinkles across my deepest cut. That one... I hate to remember. That was the day in December the one that pushed me further than anything before I-I just can't think of it... Not now I must be determined. Determined to help my family no matter how much it hurts.